You Call This a Vacation?

As I sit in my "beach house" typing this, my oldest son, oldest daughter and mom-in-law are engaged in a fight to the death game of MONOPOLY. I have enjoyed having everyone together under one roof, but I have discovered why having a "vacation home" is better left to the really wealthy, ya know, like Paris Hilton's people. I don't have a staff to run my vacation place. I am cook, dishwasher, chamber maid, laundress, butler, whatever. And because this place is smaller, than my everyday home, any mess is glaring. Slack housekeeper that I am, I have been absolutely nit picky about this place. I unpacked my suitcase (?!?) into the drawers in the closet. I have swept and mopped the floor everyday at least once, often more. I wash the dishes even between meals because I can't stand to see them in the sink. I need to go back to my regular everyday home for some rest!

Oh well, at least I have a very nice view while I am washing the windows!