I posted this as my Facebook status update yesterday:
“Miranda is going to boycott Facebook until it’s cold and wet and yucky and people stop talking about how awesome it is at the beach.”
Or something close to that. I’m too lazy to toggle over and copy and paste. (Yes, seriously.)
Dan is on “vacation” this week. Which means virtually nothing except he’s not going to work every day. Which means that by Friday, we might be ready to kill each other for the life insurance money. (Not really…maybe…I hope not…if you don’t hear from me next week, call the authorities…)
This “staycation” is going to be full of cleaning. HOW AWESOME IS THAT?!?!?! 🙂
(Y’all know how sarcastic I am, right??)
But, ::deep, long, drawn out sigh:: this is what it means to be an adult. A responsible adult. And sometimes I hate being a responsible adult even though I’ve almost always been far too responsible to be irresponsible.
See, I have debt. Student loan debt. From two degrees. And WE have some credit card debt. And we’re trying to be good, responsible debt-paying adults so we can have more cute babies. So that means no vacations for the foreseeable future.
And I’m sort of bummed about it, honestly.
Because while it will be great to have the office cleaned (and my sewing/craft table back again) it would really be nice to just get away from it all for a while.
So this is a post about my mixed feelings. My inner early-20-something self rebelling against my outer-late-20-something self.
Some days it’d be so much easier to just be irresponsible. To not think about the future. But I’ve never been one to not think about the future. Ask my mom. Even my moments of irresponsibility were plagued with thoughts like “THAT IS THE STUPIDEST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE, YOU IDIOT!” and “WAIT UNTIL YOUR MOTHER FINDS OUT!”
So when the opportunity sort of arose to go on a vacation this week, I was all “YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!” and then “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I briefly entertained the thought that I’d be able to negotiate a super-awesome rate at a place by the beach and that we’d be able to swing it. And maybe I could’ve. But I abandoned the pursuits when I talked to Dan and he said the words I knew it my heart: “It just isn’t the smart thing to do right now.”
See, we already “swung” it when we went to my cousin’s wedding. That was our moment of irresponsibility for the year. FOR THE YEAR.
So, here we are on Day Three (Day One?) of Dan’s vacation and Joshua’s napping, Dan’s mowing the grass, and I’m about to go clean the kitchen or do some laundry or something else productive.
Because this has been the most sad, woe is me blog ever today, (I mean, it IS Monday, after all!) I’m going to ask:
What’s an “irresponsible” luxury you’ve had to give up? And, what do you suggest I do to make this week not so sad?