A week ago we returned from the worst vacation in the history of our family vacations. It was full of vomit, ants, broken toilets and meltdowns. It was 9 days of "this can't actually be happening, right?" It was one of those weeks where so much went wrong that it started to be hilarious. Hilarious as in "I know this is fucking awful now, but this will make a good story."
17 hours of driving later and we were home. Yes, we were covered in ant corpses, Cooper's pants were falling off of him because he more or less refused to eat for 9 days, I couldn't open most of my right eye because it was infected, and I had to erase thoughts of how many ants I drank in my coffee once the sun went down, but we were home. We survived. I still cannot wrap my mind around how wrong that trip went but the ship didn't sink and the car didn't crash, so it could be worse.
I am nearly positive that my job isn't going to last more than 2 months or so. Considering that I was told when I started 6.5 years ago that it would last (max) 2 years, I think it was a good run. I will eventually walk away with some supervisory skills (even though I never had the title), much wider knowledge of Excel, and 6.5 more years of full time work experience than I walked in there with. A change is much overdue but I am also sad to wave goodbye to an incredible amount of PTO and an awesome schedule.
My Etsy shop reopened yesterday! I am so excited to delve back into the creative side of things and create some new products. I forgot how easy it is to go, "okay I need to edit this image" and look up to see that 2 hours passed. It's weird and a little nerve-wracking to jump back in but I am excited to be back.
