I never thought I'd beg to come home from vacation, especially vacation at the beach but I am being held hostage by a lack of understanding and guilt. You're familiar with it. Your mom uses it on you all the time.
I'm supposed to come home on Saturday. But I'm trying to up it to Friday. I need to come home Friday. Dear God let me come home Friday. I have to leave town again for 4 days on Wednesday. I'd like more than 3 loads of laundry's time at home before turning back around and leaving again. I have an all-day meeting on Monday. I'm feeling unprepared...and stressed.
But I'm being thwarted. Like I want to drive 7 hours over go to the beach. Seriously? That's not the reason! Do I hate my hosts? Of course not. I JUST MISS MY GODDAMN HOUSE!
Is that really too complex to understand? I travel 80%. Eighty! I want some quality time with my couch. My bed. All that new plumbing I'm still paying off, subsequent new carpet from said plumbing and the new roof. I paid out the ass for all of that shit and by God I want to spend some time with it!
None of that is a personal slight against anyone. Stop being so sensitive. Or; at least, so difficult about your delicate sensitivities. I want to go home 12 hours earlier than planned and I want to do so without all this fussing.