I recently asked my husband, when the hell did I become a Disney Princess? We had come back from Las Vegas and I was in a foul mood becuase I forgot how much Vegas likes to suck the dollar bills from your person. I don't just mean gambling because I love Reno and Tahoe. This is fifty dollars for lunch expensiveness.
Yes, I was on vacation and deserved to let go, but that's so hard to do when you have to drop about a hundred bucks a pop to do anything associated with Vegas. I look at the kids in their early twenties wondering how the hell they can afford this. I know how I can, and I don't like that I am, but how did you get a better room than me?
I know, first world problems, with my room with the big bath tub and view of the topless pool. (I'm not kidding. But it costs fifty just to sit down there and actually see something. Though I think it was free if you were a size two and come with an entourage of slutty friends.) You had to wait a half hour before it opened to get a seat at the pool. And I come back home and my boss asks me why I go to the next state to do what I can here?
There is no good way to take a vacation anymore. I want it all. Giant rooms with fireplaces, tubs that can fit six people, room service, no waits at the buffet, and all for free. Sadly, the feeling came with me back to home. I want to make six figures from my own business, and be a full time stay at home mom with a nanny and maid to back me up. I want my fullest potential realized while creating my own charity helping educational and animal causes. Or to be more on par with how I've been feeling like a spoiled brat lately, despite my wonderful home, great husband, good financial security in an uncertain economy, an adorable dog, and a supportive circle of family and friends......I want mooooooooore.
