One of the perks of being married to the GM of a new hotel is that time, especially time spent relaxing, is non-existent.
(Especially at hours when people should typically be sleeping.)
Vacations are an extinct species around these parts.
We so need one!
(Again, not complaining.)
Merrill has planned for time off, but it has never actually happened, yet.
(Crossing my fingers, toes, and eyes.)
He has been the lucky guy to fill in for midnight shifts (after working a whole day’s worth) for people who get sick, or who just don’t show up, only to turn around and work the following shift as well.
Glamorous, I know.
This last Friday, he planned to take off, ya know, so WE could have fun. Guess what? Yup. He had to work it.
(Not grumpy about it.)
So he plotted to take a couple of days off this week.
Sunday he got to work one of those fabulous midnight shifts because someone quit a half hour before their scheduled shift, and he enjoyed (?) sleeping most of the day away on Sunday.
(Church by myself wasn’t so bad..)
So we thought that nothing would get in the way of our day off on Monday.
But then something did.
And he had to (like REALLY had to) spend half the day Monday catching up on more sleep.
(I am really not complaining. I promise.)
We still managed to have fun, while it was not the fun we planned, it was still fun. We were together after all..
It would just be nice to actually have some real time off to really play and do what we planned to do this summer.