June 30, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
We’re on vacation.
Except, it’s a staycation.
Not because we don’t want to go away. Not because we don’t have moolah to go. It’s because of this little guy I like to call Bugaboo and his penchant for running away. And not sleeping. And destroying everything in his path (think: Twister). It’s just easier to stay home where we can (supposedly) keep him safe.
Besides, I get to sleep in my own bed. And have AC. And take the kids to the pool. And…
Get a gosh-awful, rotten, crappy sinus infection, during which I ran a fever for three days straight, feel like I’m choking and hack like I’ve got smoker’s cough (and I’ve tried one cigarette).
But I get to sleep in, because my kids do. And my husband does, and my dog does.
But Bugaboo doesn’t. Not really.
At least The Husband is enjoying it. He stays up waaaaaay too late watching YooToob, eating crap after I’m in bed and dozing off on the couch.
And shopping for motorcycles.
No, I’m seriously. He’s buying one. As in, he researched it for months, years even, ever since The Holy Grail the jeep was sold. Like, he said that phase of his life was over, he grew out of it (meaning, jeeps. Meaning, young-male-vehicles-that-g0-real-fast-like). Except, he really meant that he didn’t grow out of it at all and was just bored and wanted to try something new. Just didn’t know what. And now we know what.
At least I’ve had some extra naps, some days at the pool, some SMORES, some family visits and some really bad television to distract me.
But the best part? The best part is yet to come. Since he wanted THE BIKE, I told him I wanted THE BABY OR THE DOG. Look for a new addition sometime in the late summer.
No, I’m not kidding.
We’re thinking therapy dogs. As in, for Bugaboo. Stay tuned.
Because I’m not crazy enough. And just because I’m allergic to them doesn’t mean I can’t love ’em, right?