I’m lying awake rearing to go, but trying to be a good sport.
My husband likes to “relax” on vacation while I thirst to suck the life from our new temporary home.
So much to do, so much to see, but I’m trying to quiet my inner self, trying.
It’s screaming so loudly I can barely hear myself think.
I’m trying to be a good sport.
There is plenty of time for rest and relaxation at home where there is no access to parks and pools.
A sense of urgency is looming. We have to get out there, inhale every experience available to us.
It’s already after 9 am and he is still in bed “resting.”
I can’t take it anymore. This being a good sport thing is overrated.
Leah comes in and requests that we go to a park. Ahh…YES! The wait is over! Let’s roll!