If I say Vacation...
you would probably think of relaxing, comfortable, carefree days...
If I say Vacation on Florida's Emerald Coast...
You may add beautiful water and white sandy beaches
Some may even throw in a Unicorn and a rainbow or two...
None of these things happened.
Oh, don't get me wrong...the beautiful water and white beaches are still there...we just didn't really get to see them more than once...
Did I mention I was there for 4 weeks?!
Here's where the multiple rant/purging sessions begins..
Should have known something was up when our inbound plane coming to take us out of
San Diego was late that something was amiss...
Then when we hauled ass thru Houston's airport and missed the connecting flight by 3 minutes, only to find out that it left 4 minutes early...I should have started praying or burning some sage or something...
The airline put us up for the night and gave us some vouchers...really kind of them considering it was their fault. I have no idea why that let that plane leave early...there were at least 7 of us that missed that connection and we would have made it if they had just held to the schedule.
I already have to take a break.
The preview of days to come:
setting up to care for ill father in mother's absence
monsoon like rain for 7 days
another vomiting child
water moccasins in back yard
snake in garage
mom's delayed plane
mom's complete mental breakdown
mom's 1st hospitalization
trip to Walmart for enemas and depends
mom's 2nd hospitalization
mom's involuntary 72 mental hold
leaving ill father to come back home while mom is going to be held for longer period of time...
someone start the assembly of the White Russian brigade