When we were at the beach two weeks ago (Ocean City, NJ), the internet connection — a “borrowed” unsecured wifi network, heh — was a little slow, but it was steady and consistent. So while it was annoying to deal with at times, it worked, so I made do and got my work done. I expected the same here in Wildwood, NJ, but was a little disappointed and more than a little panicky yesterday evening when it just kept sputtering and dying. I managed to get a little bit of work done, and while I was — and still am — caught up with things (which is something I haven’t been able to brag about in nearly three months, so it feels awfully weird and foreign to not have a million things waiting for me to take care of), I was still a little perturbed. But by then it was 1:00am and I had been up and running since 7:30am the previous morning, the kids were snoring and I was exhausted, so I said screw it and went to bed.
This morning, while
chilling sweating poolside while Alyssa and Ryan played, I was hopeful when I noticed that tweets I sent from my phone actually went through. Jason remarked that what probably made things so bad yesterday was the thousands of people packed into Wildwood, NJ for the fireworks display (they were gorgeous, by the way. I’d post pics, but I’m in our motel room and my camera is at the beach with Dan, Jason and the kids.). I hope so, because I CANNOT go four days without working. I just can’t. The downside of working from home and making your own schedule — I can’t just walk away from it all for more than a day, because there’s lots of shit to do and no one else to do it.
Totally different subject here, but can you believe I am running around in tank tops and shorts? And not those below-the-knee or bermuda shorts, either. I’m talking the short-shorts, the kind that wouldn’t pass the fingertip test in school. They’re a little short for my liking (another 2-3 inches would be great, thanks), but I can’t seem to find any lengths besides short-shorts and below-the-knee — nothing in between. So I make do. And honestly, when I don’t think about the fact that my thighs are still a little wobbly (I need to get back to the YMCA and on the damn machines ASAP!), I just don’t care. Overall, from an unbiased standpoint, I know I don’t look that bad, and there are women and men strutting around in less than what I’m wearing looking far worse than I do. But it’s hard to shake this huge body image issue I have. I hate my bingo flaps, my stomach, and my thighs. But when it comes to all three being revealed (via tank tops, a lack of Spanx since it’s summer, and short-shorts), I think I hate my thighs the worst! Weird, right?
Anyway, enough blogging, as I have work to do, and then a beach to go lounge on!