I complained to Hubby yesterday after Sampson, Delilah and I got back from our walk.
Maybe it was because I walk in long pants, with a long-sleeved shirt, socks, sneakers and a ball cap and it’s hot as freakin’ hell. Really, within five minutes (or just as soon as I’ve reached the top of the hill) I’m sweating like a 500 pound man in a 500 degree oven.
Maybe it was because I can’t walk in the summer without the bugs…well bugging me. I swear to God a big sucker flew past my ear and was so stinkin loud the other day that the hair on my body stood on end.
Maybe it was because the bugs keep bugging Delilah and I’m constantly asking my dog to stop or wait while I swat at her.
Maybe it was because the dogs get hot and tired too and stop in the middle of the path and block my progress.
Maybe it was because those stupid spiders build their stupid webs across the trail and I’m constantly flailing and screaming like a little girl, and basically look like a lunatic swatting at nothing.
Or maybe, just maybe it was because it was my last day of vacation and I knew how much 1) I didn’t accomplish while I was home, 2) I’ll miss walking the dogs first thing in the morning and 3) I’d hate going back to work.
Maybe it was all of the above.
Do you have a hard time adjusting after vacation?