Post Vacation Reality Check

Monday has won today.  I am waving the flag!

Maybe it's the post vacation reality check but it is bad.  Well in the grand scheme of things it could be much worse but it's all the little things that add up.

Like the contractor that was supposed to be here at 9 am and showed up at 2pm. And then didn't actually do anything because he had to call his boss. And drove away.

Or the terrible customer service at the grocery store that resulted in me leaving a bag that I still have to go back for.

The dog pooping by the back door while I am making breakfast because apparently, I am the only one that can take him out in the morning.

I know...wah wah wah....

Our little impromptu vacation was good!  Not great but good. I didn't realize how much of a germ-a-phobe I was until I rented a home at the beach for a week. My poor husband! He washed all the dishes so I would actually eat off of them and tried to do everything he could to make it a relaxing vacation. He dealt with my crankiness throughout the week which can be a feat!

We spent a week at the beach and I didn't realize how much I loved living at the beach until I didn't live there anymore. It was a different area then we used to live in but it was still really nice. We had two days of rain so we went to the aquarium, indoor putt putt and of course outlet shopping!

The whole point of the vacation was because my anxiety was really getting the better of me and the tension in my neck/shoulders was causing constant headaches. Nothing a little salt air can't fix, right? Am I cured? No. Do I feel better? I did until today, lol! I am trying not to let the anxiety take over like it was before we left. For those who deal with anxiety, I am sure you know exactly what I mean.

Only 100 days till I can enjoy the salt air and sand again!