I learned a few things about myself over the past few days. I’m going to share these little enlightening facts with you. You’re welcome.
I can’t sleep when the crickets are making their racket. Seriously, they are loud and unrelenting. And when I yell at them to shut up, you would think they would acknowledge the fact that they are disturbing the peace and tone it down a notch. But no. They continue their chirping screeches. Completely ignoring my pleas to just lower the volume. Damn nature.
When the crickets FINALLY stop singing at dawn, the locusts take over. I can’t sleep when the locusts play their electronic symphony. It’s horrendous. Especially when my ears are already bleeding from the crickets.
The grounds we are staying on, Shenendoah Crossing in Gordonsville, Virginia. Gorgeous. 1000 rolling and wooded acres. With beautiful little cabins that have every amenity you need. Except ear plugs.
The pools are smashing, with a giant whirlpool that the kids were having the best time in, a sprinkler type area for kids to let the water stream hit them in their privates. It’s hilarious to watch. The kids just standing there letting the water get them full force. I had to keep yelling at mine to get away from it. Then, I sneaked out there when everyone was sleeping. Better than a vibrator 😉 JUST KIDDING! I was too busy drinking red wine and obsessing about the Dr. Phil show. And the fact that I have no clothes with me that are even appropriate to be seen on tv. with. And yes, I totally strayed from the topic at hand…
Back to nature…or not.
This place is a Bluegreen Time Share development. It’s lovely. I highly recommend it.
But be warned. The crickets and locusts never shut up. No matter how much you plead. Or beg. Or how much toilet paper you stick in your ears because you don’t have earplugs. They. Are. Driving. Me. Insane.
And one thing I’ve always known, I’m super crabby when I don’t sleep.
No matter how pretty the grounds are. Or how comfortable the bed is, despite my five year old sleeping on top of me all night. Wriggling around. Sticking his fingers up my nose in his sleep.
And between the crickets, locust and my children whining, fighting and breaking wrists, I’m checking into the most haunted hotel in town.
Maybe the ghosts will shut up if I ask them nicely.