Except not this time! I have vowed to remember, and learn from, the physical and emotional pain I endured while on our wonderful, fun-filled, family ski trip to Hell this past weekend. The awful combination of being hot and claustrophobic, yet cold and in pain, along with my marginally coping youngest son, having his own, uniquely embarrassing meltdown, causing him to strip off all his winter-wear, rendering him unable to help carry multiple boots, skis, poles, mittens, helmets and scarves, while the husband, who has his own equipment, has (probably intentionally) disappeared, has been seared into my memory. Yes, yes... I'll ski again, but not without making some major changes in my planning/execution.
Speaking of skiing (and very likely, Hell), I am allowing my 15 y.o. to go skiing with his schoolmates in Canada. WHAT? Am I insane? He's a good boy, but responsibility is not his strong-suit, and he has a bad habit of losing things (especially things of value). He'll be chaperoned pretty closely, and I don't think he will be looking for trouble, as he really does love to ski. He gets on the mountain on the first ride up, and I don't see him again until the lifts close. He skis far better than the rest of us, and I think it will be fun for him to be among fellow daredevils, tackling the double black diamonds and conquering the 360 he just knows he can do. Personally, I am glad I won't be there to witness it.
Don't worry, you can all tell me, "I told you so," when I have to race to Canada to either bail him out of jail or feed him ice chips in the ICU.