First of all, the next time I go on vacation with kids for a week, they damn well better be mine. I've decided that although I love my best friend and her kids, they are all nuts. Between the rain and the kids yelling at each other and Nocian yelling at the kids and her and jackass yelling at each other, I thought I might commit suicide by jumping off the cliff next to us into the shallow stream. Oh dear god, the insanity. Instead I decided to take the slow route to suicide by letting all the freakin' bugs eat me slowly to death.
Now, the entire week wasn't horrible. Monday wasn't that bad although right now I couldn't tell you what the hell we did. I know we spent at least a good 2-21/2 hours in the hornell plaza shopping at Wegmans and Walmart. Other than that I couldn't tell you. I guess the thought of leaving early and/or suicide came later.
Oh Sunday (the day we got there) was classic. Jen has two boys who both have different daddies (if you can call them that). Anyway, we got to Tops on Sunday who do run in to other than the 8 year olds dad and his girlfriend. They decided to go to Stony brook for the day. Now Nocian hates him. Wants nothing to do with him. So why she invited him up to the campsite for awhile before we had even unpacked the cars is beyond me. Maybe she was just trying to be civil for her son's sake. But all I know is that the entire time they were there, she didn't say more than two words to him. She couldn't wait for them to leave. But whatever, I was on vacation and I was trying to enjoy it.
Tuesday was actually the best day we had. Although I didn't bring enough blankets and had to go buy one at Wal-mart and I woke up with my neck hurting from sleeping the wrong way I was still in a pretty good mood. We went down to the waterfalls and did a little swimming. Although none of us adults had actually planned to, we all ended up because we all fell at least once on that damn moss. I have the damn bruise to prove it. The water was cold but clear and it was warm and sunny so we all had fun. It wasn't until Tuesday that I started missing Jim. Not a big ache or anything but a "I wonder what Jim's doing right now? I wonder if he's missing me yet?" After some showers to rinse off all the dirt from the stream, we ate some grilled chicken sandwiches and did a little drinking in front of the fire that I made. I was so proud of myself. Now I know most people are like big deal, you have a match and a lighter. Not that big of a deal to make a fire. But dammit, that shit was hard. To build a big enough fire to actually watch the moths do kamikaze's into the fire is not easy. So shut it.
Wednesday. The beginning of the end. Woke up to the ground shaking from the thunder. Jumped out of my tent to run to the bathrooms then ran back to the campsite and by then I was totally soaked. Jen and the boys were awake so I grabbed dry clothes out of my tent and got into hers. They had a huge tent. Sleeps 9 people; they only had 3 1/2 in it. I say 3 1/2 'cause Joey (the 4 year old) only comes up to about my mid-thigh. Anyway, after changing into some dry clothes, Hector (8 year old) and I played canasta for about 3 hours in which he got mad at the end of every hand 'cause I'd go out on him. He plays a lot like Jim does if that gives you any idea how badly he played. Now I don't know if it was the rain or PMS or what but I seriously wanted to just kill all 4 of them by Wednesday afternoon. Nocian and her boyfriend argue about everything. I mean everything. About where shoes should go, who changes Joey, who's going to cook. I sure they argue about who's gonna be on top for sex but I don't need to get that visual. We ended up doing laundry because there wasn't anything else to do because of the rain. I swear to God, if the boys had been mine I would have beat there asses by Wednesday. They don't listen, they talk back and they don't care. Maybe it's just cause they are boys. I don't remember Chandler ever doing this crap. Somehow, someway, when I have kids I'm gonna make sure they are girls. I've had enough of boys. During the rain and the yelling, somehow I managed to get a hold of Kacie to have her come down on Friday since it wasn't scheduled to rain and I had to call Jim about 4 different times before I was able to hear his beautiful voice. We only got to talk for about 5 minutes but it was enough to boost my spirits....for about 2 hours. Wednesday was just one of those days where we just sat under the tarp and drank. There wasn't that much more to do.
Thursday I decided I needed a break from everyone and drove back to Rochester in the rain so that I could 1.) see my boyfriend who I missed horrible and 2.) try and get my paycheck. Got to my house and trying to make as little noise as possible snuck into the bedroom where my wonderful boyfriend was sound asleep. I jumped on top of him and started kissing him awake. I love that man. Sigh. After convincing him he didn't need to do laundry today, we layed in the bed for a bit just enjoying each other. Get your mind out of the gutter kids. Not that kind of enjoying. Called in a prescription and called BJ's only to find out that I wouldn't be able to pick up my paycheck until Friday even though I was on vacation and wouldn't be back until Monday. Scumbags. If I ever find out who called the 800 # to complain about paychecks I will kill them. About 4 hours after I left the campsite, I returned to a.) find it still raining b.) everyone still fighting and not relaxing at all the way you're supposed to when you're on vacation and c.) find Hector's dad putting up a tent on the campsite next to us. They came back and decided to stay for the whole weekend. Now maybe some of you are quick and see the problem with this setup. For those of you who don't let me explain. Hector's dad was supposed to pick him up on Thursday and take him home back to Rochester. Away. Gone. I was looking forward to one less voice being loud. But alas, that didn't happen. So now, Jen is pissed 'cause she doesn't want to deal with the father; I'm pissed cause now there's more people to add to the yelling and arguing. At this point, I'm praying that we just decide to go home. I'm sick of my air mattress, I'm sick of having to lock the tent everytime I leave it 'cause there are certain people that can't be trusted, I'm sick of getting bug bites, I'm sick of everyone and everything. But that didn't happen either. Instead we just decided to put up a tarp to block our campsite off from theirs. I think it was Thursday night that I decided that I was probably gonna go home on Saturday for no reason other than that it would be one less night on that damn air mattress that is about 5 years old and keeps deflating and I keep waking up with a stiff neck. That and the fact that I missed my boyfriend so much I could cry. Drank a Smirnoff Twisted in front of the fire that night and went to bed thoroughly pissed.
Friday. I think we all hated each other by Friday. I was so ready to leave those people I left about 40 minutes after I got up. Didn't even take a shower. I told them I had to get my paycheck which I did have to get but the real reason was just to have some peace. Good god people. I don't remember fighting with my own family as much as they were all fighting. And let me tell you, my family had some shitty vacations but I don't think any were this bad. At one point I think I was even wising I was back at good ole Bj's being harassed by the members. It passed quickly but it was there none the less. I got back from Rochester about mid-afternoon just wishing it would hurry up and end. By the time it was almost dusk, I had already told Jen I was leaving Saturday night instead of Sunday morning. I didn't tell her that she and her offspring were driving me nuts and that I didn't want to see them again for like 3 weeks but whatever. I think at that point the vacation wasn't salvagable. It was still raining off and on and it was cold. I just didn't care anymore.
Saturday started with almost no clouds in the sky. What the fuck! It was sunny, warm and my tent showed signs of trying to dry. Yeah after I had already decided that I was gonna go home Sat. God is mean sometimes. I basically didn't care anymore though. I woke up about 9:30am and waited about an hour and a half for the showers to open up. My one question to the caretakers of Stonybrook park. Why would you have 5 bathroom stalls and only 2 shower stalls for an area of about 40 campsites with at least 2 people at each campsite? Where's the logic people? Seriously. Anyway, I got dressed and started packing. My shit was packed in under an hour, tent and all. I waited for Nocian and them to finish packing cause they decided to leave Sat. as well. It was also Joey's birthday on Sat. which officially made him 4 years old. He didn't really understand but whatever. I was going home to my nice bed and my wonderful boyfriend.
So that's it. My week sucked and tomorrow I get to go back to work. But there is hope. On Friday Jim and I leave for the Thousand Islands for his family reunion. Never been there. Should be fun. But then I went camping and I had never been and look how that turned out. Later people.
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