Whew! We're home. And how sweet it is. Almost sweeter than vacay itself-strangely enough. I can happily report that the B family had a few good vacay moments during the course of the week (I'm no glutton for happiness, personally). Digging your toes into sun toasted sand and bobbing on sparkling waves-well, what could be better? Although I have friends who chronicle their family's vacay minute-by-orgasmic-minute via facebook and twitter and manage to upload 19,437 joy infused pics by day two, I have never been that lucky to experience that kind of rapturous vacay. Real life always seems to get the best of the B clan. Someone (me) is gonna get too hot, too tired, too sandy, too head-achy, too thirsty, too pissy...you name it. And honestly-vacay is WORK. Mr B nearly killed himself carrying all our necessaries to the beach and back every day. Lordy...I would have left it. Which is probably why he's the official carrier in our family. Mr B sweetly allows me to be an Indian princess when it comes to carrying. Managing the sunblock is about all I'm good for.
In the midst of strenuously working hard to have fun and relax, there's always a moment in every vacay that signals the end. And when that moment arrives, you know it's time to pack up the towels and beer cooler and get your show on the road. Here are a just a few of those B clan moments:
Lil brother accused me of foiling his attempt to ride the perfect wave on his boogie board: "You were in de spot dat I needed!" Out of an entire ocean-I manage to be a buzz kill for the seven year old's dreams and aspirations... Good grief.
Mr B volunteered to do laundry. In a cramped, hot room. With no air conditioner. For 2 and 1/2 hours.
Honey (Mr B's mama) took a Zyrtec at 7:45 PM and emphatically stated (in the voice of Darth Vadar)"DO.NOT.WAKE.ME." And we obeyed...
By Thursday, I had located the vacuum cleaner-and had used it. Twice.
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As we are leaving, lil brother announces to the family, "Next year, we're staying for two weeks!" And Mr B and I give each other the eye. Two weeks in paradise... oh, hell!
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