It’s gorgeous here in Brea, California. I’m parked under a palm tree at the hotel pool with hardly anyone around. As a few cool people would say, “JFDI“. Just Focus, Do It…. I’m primed, ready to focus. A benefit for me is that the actual pool is closed. Something about having to ‘clean it and sanitize after…’ I didn’t ask for more details. Had it been open, this pool rat would have worked past the feeling.
The feeling? The feeling is guilt. Guilt that I’m out here when my fantastic co workers smell fish in the break room. I hope that smell is fish. Guilt that my kids and J aren’t here with me. But to be honest, I would have paid a sweet Benjamin to get my pool cleaners to slap some quick on it so my kids would stop whining about being patient while they cleaned the pool. Guilt that Disneyland is 30 miles away. Guilt that I haven’t reminded someone not to pick their nose or stop biting their brother. I should be happy about the lack of nose picking. To be clear, I’m sure it’s still happening in Kansas but as the saying goes, if a tree falls in the forest..or something along those lines.
But the guilt is still there.
Luckily, I snap out of it… by the smell slapping me in the nose. The sweet smell of garbage and it’s removal in the 100 degree heat. It’s not all glam while traveling, folks. One can only collect so many min bottles of shampoo and body wash. Side note: Don’t bring toiletries when visiting my house. I got you covered. The lack of outlets in my room have forced me to work outside.
It feels like 80. This Kansas girl loves California… and my hair does too.
Rumor has it that the pool is open in 2 hours. I may work past the feeling and pretend to enjoy it. Wait…a Target behind the pool? I smell trouble.