Friday, November 14, 2008

Therapy Needed for FTWS (Fabulous Trip Withdrawal Syndrome)

Friday’s confession…

I woke up in the middle of the night sweating, shaking and mumbling something to the effect of “No, Suite 1564 is MINE!”

Yes, I’m going through post fabulous trip withdrawals. Damn.

The two weeks I spent sailing around the Mediterranean were, um, how can I describe them? Oh, I know, blissful. Absolute pure bliss. I love my family, and my life, and I wouldn’t trade them for the world, ahem, but I can admit that I thoroughly enjoyed not having to do anything for anybody at anytime during my adventure.

In fact it was quite the opposite, gasp! Everything – and I mean EVERYTHING – was taken care of for me. All I had to do was just be there and enjoy the moment. No cooking, no cleaning, no washing dishes, no laundry, no picking up after anybody, no listening to whining, no getting anybody ready for school, no washing windows – oh, I don’t do that anyway – no checking in the hotel, no planning which tour of which city to take, no worrying about how I will get where I’m supposed to be, everything was planned for and taken care of by somebody else. I did have to decide which new outfit I was going to wear each day and whether I wanted white or red wine with dinner but somehow I struggled through it.

So, forgive me as I imagine myself still lounging in my suite on the beautiful Brilliance of the Seas while the concierge and stateroom attendant do everything that I don’t want to do.


The infamous suite 1564.


The bathroom was luxurious.


A toliet and bidet.


Jacuzzi tub.


The beds, shot from the lounge area complete with a cozy couch/full size pullout bed.


Nobody makes cute little animals out my washcloths at home.


Our private deck.


Wanda and Wifey prepared for anything!


Our "king of the world" moment, sitting on top of the ship as we pull into Venice.


Ah, Venice.


The view from our deck at the end of the day.

See why I’m struggling? Alright, it’s back to the real world. My house needs cleaning and for some strange reason my family likes it when I go to the grocery store and buy food. There’s no concierge or stateroom attendant at Wifey’s House to take care of these things for me.

Oh, damn. I am the concierge and stateroom attendant at Wifey’s House. And you wonder why I’m going through withdrawals…

Winks & Smiles,
Wifey

4 comments:

MsKate said...

Haha! This is a funny post! I came back from my honeymoon at an all inclusive five star resort last week and was very sad when I had to pick up after myself, do my dishes, and make dinner (gasp). We were so spoiled on our trip-it's almost like you need a mini trip after the big trip to slowly work your way back into reality!! :)

Lite }{ said...

DITTO MsKate! I'm still going thru withdrawal and my honeymoon was in August! Isn't it the best when you're hardest decision is whether you should stay inside the beautiful hotel suite or go enjoy outside?! Yes!
Wifey, that suite is/was awesome I see! Ciao Bella}{

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TerriRainer said...

You took pics of the elephant!!!

I love those things!

:) Terri

Mary said...

Wow cool! The bathroom even has a bidet toilet! Personally, I measure the "comfortability" level of a hotel by looking at its bathroom haha! and this one's really REALLY good. and nothing beats the towel bunny :P