Joel's idea of a relaxing holiday?
He loves camping. He's been on a few recent trips with Alexander (one a few months back with all of us, but Sam wasn't nearly ready, and then we got food poisoning. Nuff said). His idea of a good time is bushwalking, swinging off ropes, 4 Wheel driving, teaching the boys to fish, roasting marshmallows by a campfire. Getting as much of the outdoors as possible, then collapsing, exhausted into a tent at the end of the night.
The thought of doing this leaves me agitated and my stomach churns. I can feel the heat and the bugs and the sore back (from the stupid matresses). It's not a remotely relaxing thought at all.
I want to sleep in, and make love to my husband. I want to go out for coffee and hide away in the library or a book store. I want to lay on a picnic rug and look at the clouds, I want some space, to write for the first time in months. I want to read a book and play gin rummy. I want a conversation that isn't interupted by a child. I want to reconnect with my husband. I want it so badly that I feel teary and resentful and guilty and desperate all at the same time.
So tell me. Do you and your partner have the same idea of a relaxing getaway? What do you do if your desires are so different. Who wins? How do you get around it?