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So, I'm back from camping.
I am super crazy sunburnt, even though I used sunscreen (SPF 30, no less.) The "vacation" was beautiful, and crazy stressful. It was an amazing place, and I was glad to get the chance to spend time away from work with my family, who are people I love immensely and that I don't normally have time to chat with. However, John and I spent almost all of our time there apart, and we were not really getting along. The packing and the getting there, mixed with having to see John's dad (who I do not like,) made for a stressful first day, and drunk John made for a stressful first night. The next day was mostly reverberations from the first day, and the last day was packing up and miscommunication and having totally different ideas of what camp set up and take down entails. In fact, we didn't start getting along well until after we picked Dexter up from Trish's house, on the way home, and that was after a huge fight in the car where we didn't speak to each other from just before Oak Harbor until we pulled in to Anacortes, an almost 45 minute drive in silence. This was our first camping trip together, and it was really apparent to me that the way John's family camped and the way my family camped were drastically different, and we didn't really have a conversation about it before we left. This really disheartened me, mainly because in the 3 years we have been married and the almost 4 we have been together, this is really only the 2nd trip we have ever taken together, as all of our other vacations have been separate. I don't want that to be a continuing trend in our marriage, and when we have a planned bit of time away that I really look forward to, and it ends up like it did, it's kind of heartbreaking.
I kind of feel like I got cheated out of a "relaxing" vacation, and I need healing time from all the damage done during our couple of days away.
So today, I am not working at the lab or at the Drop. I am, instead, doing a lot of bill paying, errand running, dog washing, house cleaning, and then some book reading and Mexican food eating. There will also be batting cages, I think. (Hopefully, if we can get our shit done by the time we'd be going, anyway.) I am going to relax this evening and spend some time with John while we talk about what we can do better for our next vacation to go smoothly. We had a long talk yesterday when we were picking up the dog, and he made yesterday evening much better, even going to get me Hawaiian bread and a pasta salad full of kalamata olives and pita with garlic hummus. We had Katy over to watch Gray's Anatomy and drink citrus vodka and box wine, and we loaded her up with some stuff to make the rest of her summer easier before she left, including my little computer so she can be on the intarbutz, since I'm not currently using it.
I am so hungry that I might actually implode, so I should track down some food. I think I may need some arroz con pollo and a big hurkin' margarita.
I am super crazy sunburnt, even though I used sunscreen (SPF 30, no less.) The "vacation" was beautiful, and crazy stressful. It was an amazing place, and I was glad to get the chance to spend time away from work with my family, who are people I love immensely and that I don't normally have time to chat with. However, John and I spent almost all of our time there apart, and we were not really getting along. The packing and the getting there, mixed with having to see John's dad (who I do not like,) made for a stressful first day, and drunk John made for a stressful first night. The next day was mostly reverberations from the first day, and the last day was packing up and miscommunication and having totally different ideas of what camp set up and take down entails. In fact, we didn't start getting along well until after we picked Dexter up from Trish's house, on the way home, and that was after a huge fight in the car where we didn't speak to each other from just before Oak Harbor until we pulled in to Anacortes, an almost 45 minute drive in silence. This was our first camping trip together, and it was really apparent to me that the way John's family camped and the way my family camped were drastically different, and we didn't really have a conversation about it before we left. This really disheartened me, mainly because in the 3 years we have been married and the almost 4 we have been together, this is really only the 2nd trip we have ever taken together, as all of our other vacations have been separate. I don't want that to be a continuing trend in our marriage, and when we have a planned bit of time away that I really look forward to, and it ends up like it did, it's kind of heartbreaking.
I kind of feel like I got cheated out of a "relaxing" vacation, and I need healing time from all the damage done during our couple of days away.
So today, I am not working at the lab or at the Drop. I am, instead, doing a lot of bill paying, errand running, dog washing, house cleaning, and then some book reading and Mexican food eating. There will also be batting cages, I think. (Hopefully, if we can get our shit done by the time we'd be going, anyway.) I am going to relax this evening and spend some time with John while we talk about what we can do better for our next vacation to go smoothly. We had a long talk yesterday when we were picking up the dog, and he made yesterday evening much better, even going to get me Hawaiian bread and a pasta salad full of kalamata olives and pita with garlic hummus. We had Katy over to watch Gray's Anatomy and drink citrus vodka and box wine, and we loaded her up with some stuff to make the rest of her summer easier before she left, including my little computer so she can be on the intarbutz, since I'm not currently using it.
I am so hungry that I might actually implode, so I should track down some food. I think I may need some arroz con pollo and a big hurkin' margarita.