Vacation Is Not What I Always Wanted…

I was hoping a vacation would be relaxing, and help us all regain some equilibrium. However it seems no matter where we are, something bad seems to happen to cause some type of problem…
So my service dog was back at the place we where staying which… probably wasn’t a good idea. My husband doesn’t think he can be in a grocery store, or an animal place (so my 2 places I was hoping to go are completely off the table…). So I went to the store, got what I could, and on my way, my bag ripped, and my stuff spilled out. So I get down, and my phone and drivers licence fell out of my pocket too. I picked up my phone and tried to get what I could. A nice gentlemen came up behind me and started to help me, I thought he was being nice, but he swapped my driver’s licence and when he was done he just vanished…
I went down and talked to the people at the grocery store, because it was probably a homeless person, the cops can’t do much of anything about it…

When I came back, I told my husband who basically said “Well, I guess I’m driving now.” The tone stung… Una took over for a shot time, but when I was trying to write this my husband came up, and I shut the lap top. He doesn’t like it when I’m secretive, but I write these for myself, I don’t want others to read it who know who I am…
Una will probably take over while I sort out my self shaming and negativity towards my stupidity. All I wanted was for this vacation to help us relax and regain some sanity… not become a shit show of stress and chaos.
I mean I told my husband last night that if he felt Merlin couldn’t go to the wildlife park or Zoo, he should have said something, but he told me “Well I thought it was obvious…”
I am not very good at subtle hints… I’m not good at picking up ques or anything. He’s my service animal, I think he can damn well come and even if he gets a little overwhelmed we can stop for the few minutes needed to calm down. But I told him that next time to just tell me his concerns instead of assuming I know them. I don’t want to fight… and I don’t want to feel stress, but it seems no matter what I do, I can’t seem to catch a break here…

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