You know how long the period between President’s Day and Memorial Day is?
Fourteen weeks. With no holidays in between to lighten that load.
It is a desolation.
Every year since being in D.C., the husband and I have done our best to try to schedule time off during this period. It’s impossible to get through it without some time off. You will seriously lose your mind if you try. There have been years when we haven’t been able to get away. By the end of this time period, either one or both of us are wrecks.
Because of last year’s job uncertainty/successful search, the husband and I never had the opportunity to think about a vacation, let alone book anything. Here it is, late February, and looking at our calendars we know that we’re screwed.
We both have work travel on the horizon that swallow up some weekends. There are also work deadlines that make it impossible to get away during one particular month. And now I have family that wants to visit — incredibly enough, both my parents and a sibling of mine asked to visit on weekends that were some of the few options the husband and I had available to us for extended vacations. Because we have nothing on the calendar and because we weren’t even close to booking anything, we said yes to the visits.
And as much as I love my family, I’m so bummed. No vacation. The husband says that it’s nice to have the visits to look forward to, but honestly: I love to get away. That we won’t be able to breaks my heart.
We now have to wait until summer to plan something. We have a destination wedding in the fall, but frankly, not excited about that in the least. (Do you want to be stuck on an island with all of your in-laws? No, I didn’t think so.)
Don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled that I’ll be seeing my parents and brother soon. But damn, a trip to Cancún would’ve hit the spot.