Vacation…

We are here….after nine hours of travel yesterday!  Omg….my kids first long car trip, they were nuts by the end.  Then I get here and didn’t get the room I wanted.  I was soooooooo pissed.  I was coveting that room for months, because of the bathroom!  It has a glorious sink in tub with jets.  Now mind you I have tiny bathrooms at home, and my back and neck have been killing me.  So I built it all up in my head sinking into this amazing tub and relaxing…..then BAM!  Bubble pops as my mil tells me I have to take the other room cuz its closer to the kids room…and our room has a queen plus a twin so if one the kids want to sleep with us it’s better….blah blah blah.  Oh and their friends are coming and they get the room I wanted.  I’m like really?  WTF?  All the rooms are on the same floor…what the hell does it matter?  Plus the tv in the room we have is in a stupid spot.  I told her months ago I wanted the awesome room and why.  So being massively sunburned, pms-ing, tired from driving nine hours, and back aching…I threw the equivalent of a tantrum last night.  I went straight to my assigned bedroom to huffily put away our stuff as I muttered under my breath how stupid it was that I had to stay in this stupid room.  I wanted the walk in closet with the massive bathroom!  These in laws and their friends have loads of money, their houses are nice…they experience this allllllll the time!  Why the hell can’t I for once get one small luxury?  I was ready to get in the car in the morning and drive home.  My hubby couldn’t understand why I was so mad, boys could bath with a garden hose they don’t care about shit like that. UGH! 

Ok so I wake up this morning, still mad.  I post to my gratitude group while feeling quite ungratitudy.  Hubs leaves with his Dad to do some junking.  I seriously take like 2 hours to get ready. Mil asks me if I want to take the kids to the stables.  I say sure when I am done getting ready…which I leisurely do for another hour.  Sunriver, Oregon is a resort town.  There is a shuttle that takes you anywhere you want to go. It’s gorgeous here.  I mean I am staying two houses down from Mr. Nike. Yes, that’s right his name is Nike for real…and he owns the company.  The house I’m in is amazingly beautiful.  Yes all this and I am sulking like a spoiled brat.  So I try to change my attitude a bit, ok there is still a hot tub for my back.  Then my mil asks if I am ready to leave, I say yeah grudgingly.  She then hands me money for expenses and tells me to let her know if I need more, plus hands me a resort card that charges everything back to the house… food, excursions, shopping…whatever I want.  Then she tells me my spa appointment is booked for tomorrow.  Yep I now feel like asshole of the year.  Okie dokie…out of the poor me funk now in the I’m a jerk funk.  So what is the lesson?   Don’t be a brat when you aren’t paying for anything….be grateful you gotta go in the first place!  Am I super emotional because I stopped drinking and think I should get exactly what I want all the time?  I mean I almost cried last night.  Oh poor me…free vacation and I am stomping my feet like a child over a damn bathroom?  Wow…what an emotional roller coaster.  Jeez.  Sorry for the ranting, but I have to process all these crazy feelings. 

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6 thoughts on “Vacation…

  1. Hahaha can so relate, if you are like me your emotions (especially the shitty ones) go to the extreme and then the guilt when you realize how silly you’ve been is like a kick in the guts. But you did the best thing you could do and that is have a rant about it on here, I bet you felt better when you let it all out.

    • It’s crazy how irrational it is but in the moment you can’t see it that way. It’s not like I got stuck in a broom closet!:-) Thank you…I knew you guys would understand!

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