Monday, 25 July 2011

Sunset on the Sound
Yes, I am still alive. Just a little dead from my vacation. I know, it was over a week ago that I came back, but let me tell you—jet lag and a four year old are nothing to sniff at! That’s right—my baby turned 4!! Turns out he is obsessed with American flags, so we have a good old American flag themed barbeque in North Carolina for his birthday. Of course, we had to do that on the third, because it was Sunday. Then there was the parade, baseball game, and fireworks on the fourth. And finally Chuck E. Cheese on his actual birthday on the fifth! And would you believe that that wasn’t the most hectic part of the vacation?!
Now some of you reading this may have been at the beach house, so I want to go on record saying that while it wasn’t really the vacation we had planned, we did have an amazing time. You see, for 7 years the hubby and I have lived a fairly reclusive life. We go to work and yeah we have friends there. He goes out for a pint or two after work maybe 2-3 times a month with a friend from work and as for me… well let’s face it, with work, the monster, cheer and school I have no free time. The last time I went out with friends from work was over a year ago.

Waving the Flag.

So here we were—2 adults used to quiet and solitude and one kid not used to sharing his toys—and all of a sudden, our quiet beach house was pure chaos. At one point, we had 11 adults and 7 kids all staying in a 3 bedroom. Seriously. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining-- I had a blast! There were card games and (loads of) alcohol and a porch swing and singing country music at the top of our lungs (no doubt annoying the neighbors)!
Of course, I got no work done (which isn’t great since I’m working to a deadline)—no writing at all. Instead of coming out of the week with a finished first draft, I got something a whole lot better. I got a reminder of what I loved most about home. Family.
And I got a husband who has re-thought the whole ‘moving home in 10 years’ malarkey and is hoping we can relocate in a year. That, in itself, is worth a month of missed deadlines.
So now, we are back. We arrived in Manchester on a grey, rainy day (imagine that!) and we’re ready to face the jet lag and layovers and bad plane food and trying to entertain a pre-schooler on a 7 ½ hour flight--- anything--- just to be home again.
I’ve got a bit of work to do. I’ll never really catch up, but its ok I’m still in my Outer Banks frame of mind (Duck it! Somebody hand me a margarita!) I’ll probably write a bit more tonight and then I’ll curl up in my bead and dream of a Carolina Christmas.
Good night, everyone.
The Monster in the Sound.

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