Why is it when we plan a vacation, we always picture best case scenario?
I worked in outdoor events for years.
I KNOW weather is that one unpredictable factor that can ruin everything.
All I pictured for the 3 long months we waited for this vacation was sunny skies, frozen drinks, swimming in the ocean, getting my tan on, staying sandy and salt-watery for 7 days straight.
We got one beautiful day.
And then rain.
Not light rain.
It was raining so hard in the early morning hours, it woke all of us up from deep slumber.
It was powerful enough to draw us out of bed to look out the window, just to make sure the house wasn’t afloat in the Gulf of Mexico.
So today, we sit around in an admittedly beautiful beach house.
At least that.
But I can now definitively answer the question: how many days of rain are tolerable when you’re on vacation at the beach.
The answer is one.
The first day is kinda nice.
Oh, I’ll just snuggle in and read, you think.
Maybe curl up and watch a movie with the kids.
The rain takes the “pressure” off to sun and swim.
But when you wake up on the second day and it’s still raining, you think something entirely different.
You may express it in various ways depending upon your leanings toward or away from vulgarity.
But basically, “shit.”
It is no fun to be trapped indoors at the beach.
Especially with kids.
And the forecast calls for rain.
Tomorrow and the next day.
It’s raining on my parade.