When I say that Corey and I have been having quite the times at work the past two weeks, I’m understating it. Corey had inspection (he was commended) and I had four meetings in four cities in five days and my boss is getting reading to have a son. We’ve both been working very late, eating very poorly and sleeping very little. Two people in need of a little beach vacation is all I’m saying.
I was all set to get up and leave early Friday morning, so we could have a little beach time on Friday, and drive home Monday afternoon, maybe after visiting the Gulfarium. Thursday morning I wake up at the ass crack to take the boys to school and I look at my calendar and wonder why it says “NELL ALLBRITTON OUT” on it. So weird, why would I not be at work today?
A feel of doom leads me to my computer where I pull up my Bookit.com reservation, which tells me that I am supposed to be checking into the Ramada Plaza Beach Resort at 3 PM TODAY.
Wait for it………
I FORGOT TO GO ON VACATION!!!
I’m recalling that when I planned this trip, I was aware of the fact that the boys had early dismissal from school on Thursday, and I clearly made that reservation planning to leave after their Easter parties. Designing it that way was as far as I got. Implementation failed.
The lass I share an office with and I often refer to ourselves as complete disasters, and we joke about our office being the Danger Zone and needing caution tape. Her family is constantly facing some drama of the health variety and she forgets something every morning on her way to work. I am a personal disaster and sometimes this trickles down to my husband and children. I pride myself on getting all my business handled despite this.
Clearly my shit is not as together as I thought it was, and there’s nothing like forgetting your vacation to prove how desperately you need one.
You know all the planning and listing and freaking packing you have to do to leave the state, and 30% of that was done as of 6:10 AM on Thursday. Once my shock wore off and Corey stopped laughing, we decided we’d just let the boys play in their baseball game (which they ended up not doing) that afternoon and leave around 6. The boys would sleep in the car and we’d wake up for a full beach day on Friday. This is what we did, and today was a beautiful day.
For your enjoyment, a burial video:
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