post-vacation backlash and other crap

Hubby, G and I just spent a week in Virginia Beach - this I would recommend as a decent family vacation, especially if you are willing to make the 50 minute run up to Williamsburg a few times.  It was hot as haedes but we had a good time - less the bickering that my two boys did whenever they attempted to play cards or swim together amicably (NOT happening).

Unfortunately, despite only returning on Saturday, it feels like I never left.  Maybe it was the 553 unread emails waiting for me on Monday morning.  Maybe it was the intervention I had to make with Problem Child at work at 9:45am on Monday when he decided sending an email to a client asking him "who are you, do you really work with us?" because he doesn't know how to perform a wildcard search (how the hell did he become a Business Analyst?!?!?) was appropriate.  Maybe it's the never-ever-ending family bullshit and drama. 

In any event, vacation feels a million years ago and, frankly, I'd like my next vacation to be me.  ALONE.  QUIET.  With lots of booze and books and my sock - which is NEARLY DONE!!!

So back to reality I am for now.  Our new pool is in - with a slightly split liner - oh boy.  Thankfully it's under warantee!!  Work is work, and I am back to walking for exercise for the moment.  That is, if the damn weather will cooperate!  Today there was a tornado - or at least a funnel cloud - spotted within 1 mile of my work.  It took me 1/2 hour to get out of the town, and just over an hour to get home.  Of course...I was nearly out of gas...my cell phone was beeping red because it had no charge....oh my....

Needless to say, I am eagerly anticipating a boring, low-key, average day.  Somehow I suspect that these ARE my average days now.

And while I'm bitching...I am so sick of having IBS.  I have moments where it is a non-issue but the summer seems to make it, well, worse.  Without any disgusting details, suffice it to say that while I love the fresh local fruits and veggies of the season...sometimes they hate me.

CURSES to my dad and his genetics for this blessed affliction.  UGH!!!!!!

Ok, enough of my bitching for the evening.  For now.  ;-)