HA! I wish.
We're leaving for another vacation tomorrow. In the car, not a plane.
Jeremy is already driving me absolutely insane. I'm not certain we're going to make it all the way to the Sunshine State without threatening to sign divorce papers. (lets face it, in 5 years of marriage we've only managed to make one trip together without our hands at each other's throat)
Mind you, I've done all the packing, double checking, making sure every thing is set and ready to go for tomorrow. And while he's helped, I would hardly say it was willingly. Unless you count loud gasps, sighs and mumbling as he walked away as excitement to help me get the show on the road.
When I told him I was almost finished with the packing, he proceeded to hop on the computer and play video games for the next two and a half hours. And when I jumped on (at 10:30 tonight) he informed me that I don't need to stay on the computer all night, I need to get some sleep.
Mind you, I have one last load of laundry to fold tonight, cords and chargers to find, gather and pack (cell phone, digital camera, etc.) and last minute toiletries to store away. Jer? He's gone to bed.
I really would rather not travel with him in tow. It's much easier to travel just Kyra and myself. Jeremy just throws an overweight monkey wrench into the picture and, frankly, you'd think a grown man would be able to help out just a little bit more with just a little less lip. One day I'm gonna surprise him with a plane ticket to our destination and inform him that Kyra and I will gladly make the drive. Alone.
Seriously, the toddler is more well behaved and helpful then the husband...