|1. Pretty beach house - 2. Happy bananas - 3. Free wi-fi - 4. Bry Bry|
This last week has been an emotional one for sure. I started out excited about finding out I was pregnant, but then found out I wasn't after all. Boo. (But, while we're on the subject, thank you so much for all of your sweet, thoughtful, helpful comments. I read every one and each time I was so touched by your love and care. Thank you.)
Then, Bryan and I were going to go on a trip to check out a place where we might want to live after Bryan's done with school. We've been talking about it (the place and the trip) for months now and I was so excited about it. We'd be leaving Olivia in the care of Bryan's mom and having a few days to ourselves. At the beach. Without a two year old. So you can relate, I'm sure, to my frustration when Olivia got sick and was throwing up the morning of the day we were supposed to leave on our little escapade.
Luckily she got better fast and we were able to leave the next day, but not after I let out some frustration about this unexpected change in plans. Sometimes I feel like my entire life is an unexpected change in plans. Sometimes I'm pretty good at taking it all in stride. And sometimes I just want to throw a tantrum. Uhh... I might have not been taking it all in stride very well these last few days.
|1. Stacking shells - 2. Me in the mirror - 3. Driving - 4. Looking at neighborhoods|
But we had a nice drive down to the town we wanted to check out and things seemed to be on the mend. "This is going to be a nice trip after all," I thought. And it was. Right up until the time when we pulled into our motel.
We had already made reservations online or else I would have said, "No way," as soon as we pulled up to the place. Not the worst place I can imagine, but definitely on my list of "I don't ever want to stay here" kind of places. We went inside and got our keys, but when we went back out, the sketchy guys that had been outside when we went in started totally fighting. Luckily the fighting was verbal and only sort of physical, but I swear I saw one of them (the more angry of the two) packing a gun and I had no desire to stay there any longer. Oh, and, by the way, they were putting on this whole scene right in front of our room.
I told Bryan we should go and come back later, so we left and headed down to the beach. Where I bawled. The whole day (which started out with me finding out I wasn't pregnant after all) had already been such an emotional roller coaster and now there were really scary guys fighting in front of our room. I thought about having to sleep there (or, rather, how I knew I wouldn't get any sleep there) and I just felt miserable. Bring on the pity party.
Finally, I calmed down and called the guy at the front desk of the motel. I explained everything and said I just didn't feel comfortable staying there now. He talked to the manager and they refunded us the payment for our room. We went and booked a room at another motel (not nearly so sketchy) and then went out for some pizza and visited the beach again. "Okay, this is going to be a good trip after all," I told myself again.
On our way home that night we drove past the first motel. There were two police cars out front.