So that vacay I talked about in my last post that my #1 and #2 and I so badly needed. Yeah, not happening. Instead of laying on the beach today feeling the warm sun on face, I’m laying in bed w/ my #2, while my #1 is working.  Long story short, we got a 1am wake up text telling us all the things we had done wrong at dinner the night before, oh, and by the way, Oliver can’t come to FL. Punched in the face. Less than 48 hours before we planned to leave. UGH. Why do our vacations never happen the way we want or plan?!

My feelings are hurt, and so are my #1′s. We thought about making up and going, but I didn’t really think we could find dog boarding within a day. But truthfully, I just didn’t want to spend my vacation is someone else’s house who acted that way.

We weighed our options and decided to stay in town. Johnny felt stupid telling his work he’d now be working, and his friends in FL that he’d be working instead of visiting them in almost a year. I was lucky in that I had neither of those to do.  Since my vacation started 2 days ago, I’ve slept. Oliver knows we’re sad and has slept with me too. I hope he’s not sick, but instead just comforting me. Dogs are amazing.

We toyed with Hocking Hills. But $150 for one night, 3 hours away wasn’t appealing to me. I felt like we were trying to make up for our non existent vacay. So we’re staying put. Tomorrow we’re going to Findlay Market, then somewhere outside to play w/ the boy. Maybe making dinner and seeing a movie. Sunday shopping including Urban Outfitters and lunch. Nada for din, which we’ve never been. Reservations Monday at the Precinct to top it off.

Oh, my NKU documents have all been received and I can’t believe I could possibly be back in school by August 20th! Ahh! We’re thinking Brazil in August for a final sha-bang.

How long has it been since we’ve gone on a successful vacation together?