Thursday, 20 March 2014
Slice of Life 23
So, my husband, Pat, is a morning person. I most definitely am not. Each vacation, I am always surprised when my husband springs out of bed before 8 a.m. ready to have his first adventure. Usually, this involves some sort of exercise in which I have no interest. And, if I am really lucky, he will take our daughter with him out on his morning jaunt allowing me to linger lazily in bed for at least another hour.
Today, our vacation morning began as they always do. Pat up. Millie up. Me enjoying the delicious darkness of the hotel room when to my utter shock and horror, Pat throws back the curtains and announces that it is time for a family adventure. WHAT? Did he forget our deal? He takes our child out for some exercise while I snooze. Sadly, for me, this morning it was not be, because, clever man that he is, he encouraged our daughter to guilt me out of bed and, yes, up for the family adventure. It turned out that "adventure" was, as I suspected it would be, in fact, exercise! UGH! On the other hand, we did jog around the beautiful harbor pictured above, so, perhaps, Pat had the right idea after all. :)