I’m struggling. I could very easily complain right now. It would be so, so easy. But I’ll try to give thanks instead, like this:
I get to buy all new clothes while we’re here in Branson! Even underclothes, which I really needed anyway. And hubby will get to buy some new casual clothes, and Bethany will get new dresses.
Because I somehow arrived in Branson with nothing but the clothes on my back. Even my dirty laundry was in my bag, not with the children’s laundry. Perry will have his conference clothes when he flies in this afternoon, but I don’t think he wants to lounge on the lake shore in a long sleeve button down and khakis. Bethany has an extra outfit or two in the diaper bag, but those won’t go far.
I’m not assigning blame until I can confirm that our bag was left at our most recent hosts’ home. The alternative is that it was stolen from right under our noses while we watched fireworks out front, during the 2 minutes that the back door of our condo was unlocked while the inside was unoccupied. But that seems highly unlikely since the camera in plain sight on the table was still there when I went around back to let myself in.
On the bright side, the vacation can only get better from here, right?