Five Star Sweat

I have slept in a lot of five star hotels for free lately, I´m getting used to it. It feels almost normal, to the point where even in a beautiful wonderfully lush luxuty villa I feel like crawling in the white bed and covering my head with the duvet. Instead I have to go back to the car and get the iphone cable, or take the kids to the big pool, or walk on the stones one by one, or wait for the flower collection.

It´s so hot here! Im melting. I´m leaving sweaty puddles everywhere. I can´t go in the pool cause my bathing suit got mixed up with the laundry and when I went to get it back it was already being washed. My bra is soaked, when I managed to take the third shower of the day, there was a tiny dry spot on it.

Sweat Art.

When I´m with the kids AND the husband and the heat, I´m perfectly miserable. When I´m with the kids and the heat they manage to distract me somewhat but since they are wearing sweatshirts all the time they are hot and sweaty! The stickier I get the worse mood I get in.

Viciuos Sweat Circle.

H goes on about how I can´t even enjoy the beautiful place I´m in. I screech that it doesn´t matter if it’s a 5 star villa or a hole in the wall I´ll feel miserable anyway. He stares, He doesn’t get it. I cry a little. And sweat.