Texas Coastal Nightmare

We're back from our mini-vacay after less than 24 hours. 21 hours to be exact and that includes a 9 hour roundtrip drive. I am sure had I been a) an adult who had been liquored up for the past 48 hours or b) under age 10, I would have been completely happy with my accommodations. Unfortunately, I was neither a or b. I'm c) 33 and knocked up (read: SOBER).

I really can't blame anyone for the 'room' Reagan and I ended up in. I use the word 'room' very loosely. We were the last to arrive and we had brought a dog. I, also, think that the decision to use this 'room' was spur of the moment and brought on by booze and a need to find another place for someone to sleep. At any rate, this is where Reagan and I were to lay our heads for our relaxing vacation:

I'm not quite sure that this really fits the definition of a bedroom. Maybe it's just me being high maintenance. This really qualifies more as a laundry/storage room. But, I can see where people could get confused as there was a (sad, little) foldout couch against the back wall.

Notice the glowing red light. It's glowing that bright in daylight. Imagine it's cheery glow in the middle of the night. The gray box that the red light sat atop also made a constant humming noise and not a pleasant white noise sound either.

Notice the dip in the bed at the end in the center. The springs here were completely defunct which caused the bed to sag at all times. Not pictured is the fact that the mattress was so old and thin, that there was no cushion left and you could feel the metal frame when you laid down. Needless to say I was miserable and got absolutely no sleep.


How did Reagan feel about all of this? After consuming a bottle of Ballantines with our brother-in-law Hyung, Reagan was feeling no pain and promptly passed out after stumbling to bed. Oh, how I wished I could have chugged a couple of bottles of wine and been numb to the whole situation! Seriously, I would have found the whole thing funny had I been tipsy. Also, I don't know if you realized from the description and the pictures, but a toilet was missing from this whole experience. I had to go outside and up a flight of stairs and into the main house to use the bathroom. Not very ideal for a pregnant person.

Obviously, I survived and was able to enjoy a few hours at the beach before heading home.

Bungy was a little weary of the sleeping arrangements, too, and appeared to be very grateful to get to run and play on the beach. He was a little apprehensive about getting into the water at first. But after a little encouragement from Reagan, he had a blast chasing the birds and the waves. Hopefully he's learned his lesson about drinking saltwater, though!

All in all we were able to salvage our weekend and everyone enjoyed the solitude of the beach. I can't wait to share these experiences with Baby Chunn and can only hope that he/she likes the water as much as Reagan and I do.