McDreamy and I just got back from a beach mini-break. It included 4 days and nights of lounging by the pool, walking by the ocean, eating in restaurants without kids' menus, shopping, and drinking more than might have ordinarily been considered responsible. Readers with kids probably want to kill me now, and I'm sorry, but look, he's moving 3,000 miles away in a few weeks, so suck it.
|Why yes, I WOULD like to desecrate one of your major national|
historic sites! (Yes, I know this is Teotihuacan, but let's all be
grateful there are no pictures of the next day's giant hurl.)
|Even the artifacts were embarrassed for me.|
Don't get me wrong - I did exhibit some rather charming passive-aggression. For example, I composed a catchy Broadway-style tune on the joys of camping in the Alaskan wilderness (worst vacation EVER, I didn't see freaking Russia even once, and there aren't that many words that rhyme with "mosquito") and occasionally had breakdowns that involved highly creative profanity and throwing things, but I completely failed to advocate for myself in any effective way.
|He LOVED my song.|
Image by: Bryan Harry - NPS Photo
Me: "So what are we going to do today?"
McDreamy: "Whatever we want."
Me: "So, what if what we want to do is walk on the beach, then sit on our butts by the pool and watch people and drink?"
McDreamy: "That's what we'll do."
Me: "And what if that's all we do today?"
McDreamy: "That would be perfect."
Me: "Really? That would be OK with you?"
McDreamy: "Yes! Can we do that now?"
Me: *Too emotional to speak.*
I haven't given up on seeing the world, not by a long shot. But sometimes, a small adventure is just right.