Dear Annie: Every summer, I plan a trip. I picture my family on a peaceful beach, laughing together, toes in the sand, drinks in hand. But the reality? Total chaos.

I’m the one who books the flights, finds the rental, makes sure everyone has sunscreen, passports, snacks, chargers and swimsuits — and still gets blamed when something goes wrong. My husband complains about the cost, my teenager sulks because the Wi-Fi is slow and my youngest always seems to get sick the moment we arrive. Last year, we spent more time arguing about where to eat than actually relaxing. And don’t get me started on the airport meltdowns, delayed flights, and the endless packing and unpacking.

By the time we get home, I’m more exhausted than before we left — and I usually need a vacation to recover from the vac

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