Home Again

I was out Monday night for work and usually I really enjoy my nights in a hotel room. This one I didn't. I was sick as shit. The whole place was spinning. I laid down and that made it worse. I went and got some drugs and all that did was put me to sleep. Sleep, however, was very hard. When I laid down the room spun like I went on a bender and I didn't touch a drop. I'm still not 100% better but laying down isn't so scary.

There's only a few days before this damn party. I'm not going to be doing much until Friday for it. Hubby keeps on making new messes in the house and tracking in a whole bunch of dirt so the hell with it.

I'm so ready for a vacation. I find myself not giving a shit at work. I'm just killing time til the next crisis. I'm looking forward to my camping trip. I would love a luxury resort with a pool and a cabana boy. I was looking through some old pics and found a file from my trip to Mexico a few years ago with my friends. That was an awesome time. It was in the dead of winter and it was a nice getaway. It was after I left one job to go full time at another. I was hopeful and it was a great trip of beauty and relaxation. I want that again.

This month has officially busted on the baby front. I'll take my short mourn and then get hopeful for next month again. Maybe I should get a coach on how this works. Any takers?

I'm going to go rummage for dinner now. Fun. Fun. Fun.