One vacation condo. Two families, four kids, four friends. A view of the mountain, a hot tub. Two days to spend together, exploring Radium Hot Springs. Two people who don’t usually wear pants at-home, wearing pants all weekend.
One BBQ, one kid carried out of a restaurant screaming, four kids in a candy store, one can of soda of the one hundred and forty four cases left in the world, one waterfall hike where the youngest kids lasted under a kilometre.
One stop at a small town grocery store to buy the wrong kind of chips and a purple pepper. One closed ice cream store. One mental breakdown because someone wanted “real ice cream, not Dairy Queen”.
Zero kids showers. Zero kids baths. Four wet bathing suits. Three dips in the pool. Three kids that leaned to float like starfish. One dad that fell asleep in the pool.
One conversation about TLC reality couples getting busy, one vodka and lemonade, one episode of Cosmos, one package of raspberries eaten in the kitchen between friends. One dad woke up himself up snoring when he fell asleep during Cosmos. One toddler that was up until 4 am the night before.
Seven hundred and four arguments about which kid was going to use the other kids iPad.
One trainwreck Sunday morning with four overtired kids and four adults who were probably vowing never to bring the kids on vacation again. Two tired Dads heading back to work the next Day. Two tired moms that for a moment, wished they were.
Three kids (maybe four) who can’t wait to do it again.