Tracy Lee Curtis

Tracy Curtis: This mom’s a broken record no matter where she plays

You know what I noticed the other week? While we were away on spring break, I realized that I say the exact same things on vacation that I do at home. I thought vacation was about ditching routine and structure – you know, mixing it up. But the day is exactly the same – with a few minor changes …

At home it goes like this:

I walk into the kitchen, start the coffee and yell, “Who left out the milk?!” Then I call for everyone to get their shoes, grab their backpacks and head for the bus – at which time I look around and then yell out into the street, “And you better bring back my iPad!”

Then they’re back from school. And I’m like, who’s going to practice, do you need me to drive you, and don’t forget to put on your sunscreen. Grab your lacrosse stick, you’re about to forget your helmet – and go get my wallet, you might need some money.

And then it’s dinner time, the kids want food and ask what’s for dinner. I give them three options, and they say, “that’s it?” And I answer, “well, there’s always chicken fingers.”

And at bedtime, it’s brush your teeth, take a shower, and don’t forget to hang up your towel. Repack your backpack, gimme back my charger, and don’t change the channel; I wanna watch “Nashville.”

And at the beach it goes like this:

I walk into the kitchen, start the coffee and yell, “Who left out the milk?!” Then I call for everyone to get their flip-flops, grab their towels and head for the beach – at which time I look around and then yell out into sand dunes, “And you better bring back my iPad!”

Then they’re back from beach. And I’m like, who’s going fishing, do you need my bike, and don’t forget to put on your sunscreen. Grab your pole, you’re about to forget your bait – and go get my wallet, you might need some money.

And then it’s dinner time, the kids want seafood and ask what’s for dinner. The waitress gives them three specials, and they say, “that’s it?” And the waitress answers, “well, there’s always chicken fingers.”

And at bedtime, it’s brush off the sand, take a shower, and don’t forget to hang up your bathing suit. Repack your beach bag, gimme back my sunglasses, and don’t change the channel; I wanna watch “Nashville.”

And this probably works anywhere. I could be in China, and would still be saying the same thing over and over. I’m like the CD that gets stuck in the CD player, so it’s the only one you can listen to. I gotta switch things up. Next time we go to the beach, I’m making a serious change.

I’m not going to buy milk.

Curtis: tcurtis@charlotteobserver.com

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