Vacation, not quite all I ever wanted

This week was supposed to mark the end of a busy, stressful couple of months. E’s done with his initiation and mailed in his officer’s package yesterday. I’m at 14 weeks and my morning sickness has faded to just a couple minor twinges early in the day. The contractor was supposed to come and finally refinish the floors in the family room and the soon-to-be-nursery, so by the time we leave for our weekend away on Friday we could really relax. I should probably try to remember that idiom about carts and horses, or maybe chickens and hatching, but I’ve never been good with farm animals.

Monday morning, 9 am, no floor guy. 11 am, no floor guy. 4 pm, I get home from work and start calling every company listed under “floor repair and refinishing” in the phone book. It took 5 calls before anyone answered the phone. Both men I talked to suffered from extreme cases of you-don’t-know-anything-because-you’re-a-woman-itis, but I mentioned I had handled things before because E was gone alot, what with being IN THE NAVY. Around here, those are magic words. I then mentioned I was concerned about chemicals and fumes because I’M PREGNANT. The guys agreed to come out for an estimate at 7:30 pm, by 8:30 we had a signed contract and a deposit. Not only can they start as soon as we want, they’ll even work over the weekend while we were already planning to be out of the house. It means I only have to board the dog one extra day and I don’t have to inhale the smelly varnish, plus we can put the house back together next week instead of waiting another month for the last idiot to return our calls.

While the guys do the floors and my dog hang at the doggie resort (seriously, resort) E and I are off to Atlantic City. A weekend in New Jersey isn’t exactly what I had in mind for our last romantic, baby-free vacation (holidays at the in-laws do NOT count as romantic) but we bought the trip months ago and planned to go with friends. Now it will be just the two of us – and a tadpole – staying at a fancy resort, wandering the boardwalk and doing our part to keep the casinos solvent. But the weather should be nice, there’s an indoor pool to float in, and I can always keep myself entertained by eating my body weight in beachfront food. Sunday night we’ll come home to new floors but a dining room full of family room furniture and a guest bed covered in three closets worth of clothes, canned goods and junk. So I plan to enjoy my Jersey Shore vacation, thank you very much. Maybe I’ll see how many all-you-can-eat buffets I can get thrown out of.

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4 Responses to “Vacation, not quite all I ever wanted”

  1. stacyinbean says:

    What’s the deal with the animal resorts? I put my kitteh up once and it was ridiculous, he basically had a cat condo that was temperature controlled and everything. Have a GREAT mini-vacay!

  2. Erin (i dont have a fake name :( ) says:

    Eat some board-walk fries for me.

  3. AGreenEyeDevil says:

    Please watch the holding temperatures and general sanitation of all-you-can-eat-buffets, these can be REAL petri dishes of foodbourne illness/contamination and I would REALLY hate for you to get sick while pregnant. (I offer this advice from a career in public health.) Hope you have a great time… :)

  4. SameBoat says:

    Did you have any trouble/concerns with the fumes from the floors when you came back?

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