Not that family is bad. We really love our families.
But this getaway has been long awaited.
Back before we knew what was happening with Cale's job we weren't sure if we were going to be able to go to the coast for the entire week. So we booked our tickets for just the first half.
After Cale decided just to be done, we thought about changing our flights so we'd be at the coast for the whole week. And then we remembered how much we love going to the mountains and skiing. So we decided to go break the week up into two parts. Ocean first half. Skiing second half.
We might have decided this like 2 days ago. But whatever.
Then I got the flu. Like I've been shivering, shaking, sneezing, and moaning for 3 days now. All while traveling. Probably because of traveling.
Darn. Therefore, since we had already paid for staying up in the mountains one night, Cale is skiing by himself and I found a tiny corner in the lodge that we're staying in that I'm hoping they won't kick me out of.
Check-out was at 10 AM people. That leaves me with LOTS of time before the ski day is gone. I contemplated burrowing underneath my emergency blanket in the back seat of our car for a good snooze but my husband said we'd just go straight home instead.
And ruin a good day of skiing for him? With like, a foot of fresh snow? No thanks.
I'm trying to keep my head down and look as inconspicuous as possible. So far I've only gotten the stink eye from one lady. Who has happened to walk past me like 10 times.
Yes, we only paid for one night. Yes, it's past check-out. Yes, I'm [we're] really cheap. But really, please don't report me and make me find a new place to stake out. Please.