First of all, may I defend ourselves…
We don’t vacation an extreme amount – I promise!! We just take quite a few small, weekend trips during the summer rather than any extended trips. We actually haven’t taken a week’s vacation since…our honeymoon 9 1/2 years ago.
(From which we shamefully came home a day early because we got homesick, and realized that henceforth, we’re just not made for weeklong vacations.)
Plus, just because we happen to have family that lives at the beach, it’s not fair to punish them and not visit just because it might also be construed as “indulgently vacationy”… right?
After all, who are we to deny them seeing their only Niece-Grandchild??
Not cruel, that’s who we are. So in an effort to not be cruel, we come to the beach. Because we’re just sacrificially overly kind and generous like that.
With all of that being said…err…we’re at the beach again.
After three nights in my own bed and three days of frantically trying to get caught up AND ahead at the same time after returning from New York, we’re enjoying our annual trip with Chris’ Dad (and therefore his Aunt and Uncle who live down here) in Orange Beach.
And I have to say, I’m pretty tired, but this is a pretty relaxing place, so I’m taking the opportunity to take on a comatose-like state of being and be as low key as possible to try to get Noah and I caught up on our rest.
And, apparently, I’m not the only exhausted member of our family…