Ugg, returning from a vacation and going straight back to work is seriously lame.
All vacations should come with a readjustment period of additional time off at home before returning to work.
OR all companies should give employees the last two weeks of December off paid. No questions asked.
I like it.
Here’s to hoping it catches on.
So, our mini vacation to Long Beach with Adam’s family has come and gone, but it was everything I wanted and more.
We ate some more.
Adam’s parents walked Oly and the troop of dogs to the beach every morning in the rain, and I got to sit by the window watching them.
Oly ran, and ran, and ran some more.
Adam’s mom read.
Adam’s dad read.
We were like a fricken commercial for the power of literature I’m telling you. It was all sorts of nerdy up in our vacation rental.
We exchanged gifts lovingly selected for one another and oooohed and ahhhhhed when we watched others open items they’d been hoping for.
And most of all, we laughed at the GOD AWFUL DECORATIONS.
Fucking weird right?
The most hilarious part about that wall was that Oly thought each and every plastic fish on that net was a chew toy lovingly displayed for her. She spent the first half hour we were there sitting on the couch just looking at the wall. I tried to get a shot of it, because it was just too damn funny, but each time I’d go for it, she’d move. It’s like she knew we were making fun of her.
There were other awesomely outdated features in the house, like the 70’s green couch which only Oly loved,
My skin is still crawling from sleeping on 100% polyester sheets for three whole miserable nights.
The listing for the rental said, “linens included,” not, “the most fucked up creepy, silky, slippery, messed up sheets you’ve ever had to hold against your body for three whole nights in a row included.”
But you know what made up for the weird layout, the sulfur smelling water, the rough towels, the shitty beds, the ugly decorations, and the world most terrifying dishwasher?
Beach house, you were weird. Very very very weird. And I hated your sheets with a passion I didn’t know was in me. But you let us be together, cook wonderful meals together, stay in from the rain together, you let the dogs run free, you allowed us to walk to the beach, and even catch some glimpses of the waves, so I guess I still like you.
Hope you all had a lovely weekend.
And that no matter where you were you didn’t have to sleep on 100% polyester sheets.