Everyone else takes stress-free vacations. Right now my stomach is twisted, hands are shaking, and I'm stress-coughing, if that's a thing, because I'm leaving on vacation.
If ever I needed a vacation, it would be now.
I'm going to Universal in Orlando, because Orlando, Florida in hurricane season is a tremendous value. All I have to do is get in the car, then get in a taxi, then get on a plane, then another plane, then a taxi, then chill out. Easy, right? You would think, but I am in a state.
These are the things that led up to this vacation:
Hurricane Irma decided to head for one of the airports we'll go through, then take a turn toward Orlando. This began a week of Gary announcing there would be:
1) no gas there, so no taxis
2) no electricity
3) looters in The Wizarding World of Harry Potter (I am not making this up)
4) displaced evacuees ("We can't take a room that could be used by an evacuee! What are you thinking?")
Then, of course, he got sick, then I got sick. Naturally, he had A HORRIBLE COLD while I had a mere cold. I would ask him if he'd taken any medicine and he would scoff, "That's only symptomatic relief."
I CAN'T CURE YOUR COLD. RELIEVE THE SYMPTOMS ALREADY.
I ended up writing out a schedule and handing him the pills with something to drink. Give me a paper cup and I would be the hospital nurse. He was amazed at how much better he felt. I still feel sick.
Truly, I have headed overseas for once-in-a-lifetime trips in a calmer state than I am right now, heading three states away to a family vacation.