We decided to risk it. After all, we haven’t had a daughter-sighting
** in quite some time.*** (We know she is still alive. Because all our food mysteriously disappears over the night. And, she responds to our text messages.)
The husband and I haven’t been on vacation in a while due to COVID concerns. Once we decided to leave The Kid behind (that, and she declared that she couldn’t go as we were going during her first week of school), we decided to go to the beach. We were originally going to go to Florida but decided against it, again, due to COVID. So we decided on Ocean City, Maryland. Because I still like crabs.
The best part of going away on vacation (okay, other than the no-working thing) is that you can be messy. You can break all those “rules” that you’ve made for yourself. Such as, don’t walk around dripping wet after a shower and make puddles all over the place. Or, wipe off the counter after you eat, especially something very messy like Maryland steamed crabs. Or, dust the sand off your feet before coming into the house.
You can break all these rules because, eventually, housekeeping will come and tidy up after you. And, it’s not your house, so you don’t care.
In other words, I can act like my teenage daughter.
** This is an event, usually precipitated by me cooking something that she likes, wherein she will actually leave her room.
*** Right before we left, my husband realized that he forgot something in the house. He went back in, and lo and behold! She was sitting in my office chair, giggling at some Tik Tok video. Apparently, us leaving the house precipitates said event as well.