My mom and step father are currently soaking up the sun, sand, waves, fish, etc. in Cabo this week. 6 nights to be exact, Sunday through Saturday. What am I doing you might ask? Well because I was rudely not invited on this trip, Derek and I are getting paid to dog sit. That's right. 3 hyper, slobbery, obnoxious, yipping dogs. Gotta love it. So I'm stuck staying here for 6 nights...
Not bad eh?
You'd think I'd be loving it up there. 6 bedrooms, 3 1/2 bath, 3 car garage, big fenced in backyard. But all I can think about it how badly I miss my home.
Good Ol' Maple
Apt B (as in boy) One-Zero-Three
I miss my small bathroom and closets
and even the small kitchen if you can believe it...
So last night Derek started talking about my apartment. All of a sudden out of nowhere I felt my stomach drop, sweaty palms, dizziness and the very obvious need to spew. I started to tear up and when Derek asked me what was wrong all I could muster out of my mouth was, "I want my home". Being the sweet boyfriend he is, Derek offered to take me home to sleep in my own bed, then take me back up to my parents when he had to go to work at 6:00 (because he knows I wouldn't get myself up to drive anywhere at 6:00). I told him no, I'm supposed to be a big girl so I can tough it out at my moms. I think I just miss my mom a lot too. I blame the previous post I wrote about her, dang it. And to make it all worse, Chloe farted on me twice this morning. I need to be home and pawn her off on Lexi again. Ah!
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