Our trip was good, but not without a few stressful snafus - due to World Cup traffic, we barely made it to the airport on time when we left LA, then when we arrived and were just getting into our Turo car, the H realized in a panic that he’d left his phone somewhere and insisted on driving us all out of the parking area to a loading zone and leaving me and Theo there while he used Bobby and his “find my” feature to run all around the airport trying to find his phone - this would have been stressful enough, but he left me in a Nissan Rogue which has a completely incomprehensible gear shift - it might as well have been a manual stick shift. So of course when the security officer came by seconds later and said we had to move the car, I spent probably fifteen minutes while he was glaring at me trying to figure out how to move up the seat and how to get the car out of park, then didn’t know where to go or what to do so I just pulled into a parking garage where I got stuck not being able to reverse the car for another fifteen minutes until I finally figured it out. Mind you this was well after midnight (3 AM our time); I was exhausted and starving and had already had a few stressful incidents that day, and was furious with him for once again leaving his phone somewhere (he’s done this several times - thank you, adhd) and then panicking and abandoning me in a dangerous situation in a car I can’t drive (which he could barely drive, either, so he knew it was problematic). It was well over an hour before the phone was found on the plane and brought out; by then he was relieved and laughing it off but I was seething. This was the beginning of our vacation. It didn’t bode well. I let him have it, and he saw how serious this was to me and apologized for putting us in that situation. And then I had to just get past it. Ah, marriage.
Thankfully the trip looked up after that and there were no more disasters. There was snorkeling and swimming and hiking Diamond Head and an emotional visit to Pearl Harbor. All the things I hadn’t done there yet. I wouldn’t stay in Waikiki again, but we did it once, mainly because it was all my points could afford. I split it with two nights on the north shore which was a lot nicer. Tons of traffic and parking issues which isn’t what you want on a Hawaiian vacation, but hey, it’s overrun by tourists and we’re part of the problem.
I’ve come home convinced I look fat in all the pictures and I MUST lose weight before my event in two months. We’ll see how long my resolve lasts this time. So far getting up late as hell the last three days and only having a couple of low calorie meals a day has been helpful.
It’s weird front-loading the summer with a trip right away; I can’t believe we’re back and yet have the whole summer ahead of us with not even so much as a weekend away for at least three months. I sure do miss the cabin already. Temps in the desert are high 90s to low 100s.
We have two feral weeks before the kids start summer camp - this one and the next. I’m struggling to think of lunch foods and how to get them out of the house. I’ve been working on event stuff round the clock since we got back and am only just now coming up for air; everything hit when I returned and requires a lot of time and focus. The hotel sent me contracts for 2028 and 2029 to review, and so far they look fair. It’s good to know they still want me and that I still have a future there, assuming my attendance doesn’t completely collapse by then. Will it turn around once Trump is gone and people feel more optimistic about their finances? Perhaps. Right now I’m on track to lose another 100 people, although it could get even worse and I just don’t know it yet. It’s a terrible reality to have to live with. I just keep telling myself that somehow it’ll all work out even if it means a few years of austerity. At least the house is paid for.
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