Ok, I’m not even religious anymore. I used to be, but I’m not now.. I’m just kinda floating along…
But that’s not the point.
The point is that y’all had better pray for your girl Hope.
We are on ‘vacation’ this week.
Rephrase: we are on a trip this week. Although Hope is now 20, she is very much a kid. Kid+vacation=trip.
We drove down to the beach earlier today. I ended up driving because she could not get it together. At one point she kept going over the line; we had to pull over so I could take over. We stop at Grammy’s where Hope realized she forgot to pack a sweater or sweatshirt for the hotel AC. I told her should could pick up one on the beach, she whined when I told her that she could buy it on her own.
Ma’am, *you* forgot your sweater, go buy what you want. She opted to stay cold. I thought she could stay mad about wanting me to fix it for her.
After a really long travel day, I really just needed some me time. I hopped on the balcony, Hope is in hot pursuit. She NEVER did time on balconies before. NEVER. She hates bugs. Ok, no faux me time here.
I decide to take care of registering the car with the hotel and take a walk. When I returned:
They have room service!
Yeah I know…
Blank stare designed to ask without asking me to order room service.
There’s food in the fridge.
TikTok videos viewed without headphones.
Loud commentary responses to TikTok videos.
Talking to the TV show I’m watching.
I’m cold. Btw, do you tuck your toes?
Use the blanket… What?
Proceeds to tear bed apart to do her tucking. Returns to talking to TikTok.
I’m tired. I know I’m grumpy, and I know I love her, but gahdamn. We just got here and I want to choke her. OMG.
I’m hopeful the day at the beach tomorrow helps get us through. Pray y’all, Hope is a whole mess.