Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My aunt always felt resentful that we only went out to eat once to a nice restaurant. And maybe ordered pizza out. We cooked the rest of the time. It didn't feel like a vacation to her.
Your aunt sounds like an incredibly ungrateful brat. I hope her sense of entitlement wore off as she got older?
My aunt, my mother, and my grandmother were the ones doing all the cooking on vacation when we were kids. That was my point. I didn't feel resentment at going out to one nice restaurant a week or ordering pizza. She felt resentment having to cook during a vacation. LoL.
If all the men are sitting around drinking beers on the deck while the women are expected to do all the cooking (happens on my ILs beach vacations) I don't blame your aunt one bit.
Yes. That was pretty much the picture.
Anonymous wrote:I saw something recently, an article that mentioned someone resenting that their parents never took them out and always brought food from home when they went on vacations.
I’ve been on here about 13/14 years now and see that people still do bring foods to cook while on vacations. I never traveled as a child but I’ve done this as an adult to my own children never realizing this can be a negative memory. Not for every meal but I have taken things like oatmeal, cereal for quick breakfasts in the hotel room.
I did not go out to eat often as a child either, we had little money, single mom household and I loved every second and have fond memories of those times. I could count them on one hand but they were throughly appreciated. I even remember what I ordered.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When I was growing up, we went to a restaurant on special occasions like birthdays. It was festive and good training for how to behave in that environment. My parents were invariably respectful to the staff and that taught me to be the same.
On vacation, it depended on where we were. Many trips were to visit family so of course we just ate in. The adults would go out to a restaurant one time per trip. Mainly to get away from us, I think! We would also road trip and pack breakfast food for the motel and lunches for the road. Again, once per trip, we would go to a fancy restaurant in the place we were visiting to get a better feel for the place according to my parents. We camped a good deal and learned to make dinner over a camp stove and an open fire.
No, I’m not resentful that I ate a lot of cereal in motel rooms and sandwiches in the station wagon or at a rest stop. My parents knew how to have fun without spending a lot of money. I think it’s a lost art for so many people.
We’ve don’t ever stop for fast food on road trips. I hate feeling awful while confined to a car. I always pack picnics to eat at rest stops, parks, etc. My kids are teens now and we have so many great random picnic memories.
Picnics? Eff that. I'm not packing some basket, finding a rest stop and setting up a buffet. I'll take my family to McDonalds for $20 and save two hours of drive time.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My aunt always felt resentful that we only went out to eat once to a nice restaurant. And maybe ordered pizza out. We cooked the rest of the time. It didn't feel like a vacation to her.
Your aunt sounds like an incredibly ungrateful brat. I hope her sense of entitlement wore off as she got older?
My aunt, my mother, and my grandmother were the ones doing all the cooking on vacation when we were kids. That was my point. I didn't feel resentment at going out to one nice restaurant a week or ordering pizza. She felt resentment having to cook during a vacation. LoL.
If all the men are sitting around drinking beers on the deck while the women are expected to do all the cooking (happens on my ILs beach vacations) I don't blame your aunt one bit.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When I was growing up, we went to a restaurant on special occasions like birthdays. It was festive and good training for how to behave in that environment. My parents were invariably respectful to the staff and that taught me to be the same.
On vacation, it depended on where we were. Many trips were to visit family so of course we just ate in. The adults would go out to a restaurant one time per trip. Mainly to get away from us, I think! We would also road trip and pack breakfast food for the motel and lunches for the road. Again, once per trip, we would go to a fancy restaurant in the place we were visiting to get a better feel for the place according to my parents. We camped a good deal and learned to make dinner over a camp stove and an open fire.
No, I’m not resentful that I ate a lot of cereal in motel rooms and sandwiches in the station wagon or at a rest stop. My parents knew how to have fun without spending a lot of money. I think it’s a lost art for so many people.
We’ve don’t ever stop for fast food on road trips. I hate feeling awful while confined to a car. I always pack picnics to eat at rest stops, parks, etc. My kids are teens now and we have so many great random picnic memories.
Picnics? Eff that. I'm not packing some basket, finding a rest stop and setting up a buffet. I'll take my family to McDonalds for $20 and save two hours of drive time.
Anonymous wrote:I saw something recently, an article that mentioned someone resenting that their parents never took them out and always brought food from home when they went on vacations.
I’ve been on here about 13/14 years now and see that people still do bring foods to cook while on vacations. I never traveled as a child but I’ve done this as an adult to my own children never realizing this can be a negative memory. Not for every meal but I have taken things like oatmeal, cereal for quick breakfasts in the hotel room.
I did not go out to eat often as a child either, we had little money, single mom household and I loved every second and have fond memories of those times. I could count them on one hand but they were throughly appreciated. I even remember what I ordered.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My aunt always felt resentful that we only went out to eat once to a nice restaurant. And maybe ordered pizza out. We cooked the rest of the time. It didn't feel like a vacation to her.
Your aunt sounds like an incredibly ungrateful brat. I hope her sense of entitlement wore off as she got older?
My aunt, my mother, and my grandmother were the ones doing all the cooking on vacation when we were kids. That was my point. I didn't feel resentment at going out to one nice restaurant a week or ordering pizza. She felt resentment having to cook during a vacation. LoL.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:My aunt always felt resentful that we only went out to eat once to a nice restaurant. And maybe ordered pizza out. We cooked the rest of the time. It didn't feel like a vacation to her.
Your aunt sounds like an incredibly ungrateful brat. I hope her sense of entitlement wore off as she got older?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:When I was growing up, we went to a restaurant on special occasions like birthdays. It was festive and good training for how to behave in that environment. My parents were invariably respectful to the staff and that taught me to be the same.
On vacation, it depended on where we were. Many trips were to visit family so of course we just ate in. The adults would go out to a restaurant one time per trip. Mainly to get away from us, I think! We would also road trip and pack breakfast food for the motel and lunches for the road. Again, once per trip, we would go to a fancy restaurant in the place we were visiting to get a better feel for the place according to my parents. We camped a good deal and learned to make dinner over a camp stove and an open fire.
No, I’m not resentful that I ate a lot of cereal in motel rooms and sandwiches in the station wagon or at a rest stop. My parents knew how to have fun without spending a lot of money. I think it’s a lost art for so many people.
We’ve don’t ever stop for fast food on road trips. I hate feeling awful while confined to a car. I always pack picnics to eat at rest stops, parks, etc. My kids are teens now and we have so many great random picnic memories.