Monday, August 30, 2010

It’s a first

For the first time EVER we did not take a family vacation this summer. First time ever. This is not tragic in the OMG we have no MONEY to go on VACATION! Or OMG our car BROKE DOWN and we can’t get it FIXED so we can’t leave town! It was more a scheduling difficulty that became insurmountable once my sister landed in the hospital.

I had planned to visit Precious Oldest for a few days to get her started on a t-shirt quilt she wanted my help with. I did take a day off. The day my sister was taken off the ventilator.

I planned to take off the week before Precious Youngest left for school which coincided with Precious Oldest being home for a week of “vacation”. I did take the week off. My sister had her thyroidectomy.

The Saint and I had planned a trip to Spain this September to celebrate our 25th but some…sort of…up-in-the-air health and finance issues made us decide to postpone.

Labor Day weekend is upon us. The official end of summer. I’m trying to pull up my big girls panties and not sulk. That said? I feel gypped. Anyone else end up with a less than stellar summer?

5 comments:

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

I understand feeling gypped. We did not take a vacation either, but our summer turned out to be pretty fun anyway.

Your summer sounds like one that you just have to be grateful you survived and hope you never have to live through again.

Jen on the Edge said...

I understand. You've had a rough summer and had to deal with a lot of stuff. I'm hoping that your fall will be a lot better. Is there any way you and the Saint can reschedule your anniversary trip for later in the fall or even during the winter?

Little Miss Sunshine State said...

Did you hear about my husband and I both being diagnosed with diabetes and my mom's 2 strokes and me falling and breaking my face and me hating my job? Yeah my summer kind of sucked, too.

I hope you'll be able to reschedule your anniversary trip when everything settles down.

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

Aw, man. That totally sucks. Next year?
Some years are harsh that way, aren't they?

Holly (me.) said...

It seems backward that when one most needs a getaway that such things become harder to attain.