Summer Hours - Open For Business

As summer is creeping closer, I’m beginning to get restless knowing that I will be trapped inside Monday through Friday. I’m not sure why law offices don’t close down from June-August or why I just can’t work from home aka the beach. I would like to point out that there’s a little thing called Wi-Fi which I could use it while simultaneously working on my base tan. That's what I call multitasking people.

At what point should I grow up and learn to deal with not going to the Cape every weekend? The answer to that is never. Why not just move home for the summer and wear neon cut off tshirts on the reg? I’m on the hunt for a job that will give me summers off, while still paying me, that does not entail me being a teacher (this if for the sake of the children) but allows me to live in luxury. Does something like this even exist, and if so, why have you kept it from me for so long?!

As I'm preparing to move in with my new roommates for the summer (HI MOM AND DAD), I keep reminding myself that I'm not actually going to be on vacation and that I will have to make it to Boston by 8:30 each morning. I feel bad for any poor soul who encounters me during this commute and will make sure to have my obnoxiously large headphones and sunglasses on to hinder any social interactions.

Once home, I will definitely have to make some adjustments to my routine but I'm going to see what I can incorporate into theirs first. I mean, who knows, maybe Steve-O will want to watch Real Housewives with me as long as provide ice cream and commandeer the clicker before Antiques Roadshow.

Hungover Sunday mornings will now consist of questions on questions on questions and cats sitting at the edge of my bed judging me that I haven't moved all morning.

Combination of both parents:"Rough night, huh? What did you drink?"
Me: Mumble, mumble "tequila", mumble, mumble
Them: "Do you like the way you're feeling?"
Me: Silence.Stop making movements. Maybe I'm invisible now...
Them: "We need help in the yard soooo are you getting up soon?"

At that point, there will be no safe place for me to regret my night before in peace. Weeding here I come. 

Aside from that, I'm pretty excited to be with in a mile of Par-Tee Freeze (for those of you who aren't aware of my favorite ice cream place of all time, consider yourself told) and will hopefully get used to the early morning bus rides. I might even make some friends at the bus stop. Only time will tell.