Goodness! This week is the last week of the 14-week slog between Presidents’ Day and Memorial Day weekends.
Hallelujah, thank Cthulhu.
As anticipated, the husband and I went through that time period without a vacation. I had a day off — kind of — when my parents visited (I worked a little that day when they first arrived). My husband has taken sick days here and there, so he’s a little more refreshed than I am (but tons more frustrated; it’s his job that’s being bitchy lately). We’re desperately trying to plan a vacation for August (May 26 is our deadline to have that puppy planned and booked) and we’re already thinking of a vacation for next year’s day-off dry spell between February and May. That’s all good.
But I am so tired. So very tired.
It’s not that work has been very taxing. It’s been exciting and there’s been some hard work to do, but I don’t dread work. It’s more the routine—the alarm goes off and I think, “Ugh, again!?” Vacation is a way to break from that routine, and that’s something I haven’t done in five months. That’s a long time, peeps.
My husband had asked me if I wanted to go with him on a work trip to a place we both know and love for a long weekend, but it didn’t seem worth it. On the day he asked, a new, important meeting had just been put on my work calendar. Oh, if only he had emailed me a few hours before I would’ve immediately blocked off that day …
He’s encouraging me to take a sick day here and there. Good plan, but what I really want is to get out of town. To me, nothing’s as exciting — and, conversely, as relaxing — as heading to the airport and jumping on a plane. I love to travel. I love reading my book at the terminal, I love reading on the plane, I love looking at the landscape as we’re landing. Then I love taking that last skip and hop to our vacation spot, be it Cancún or a lodge in the Southwest. Doing something different, not just lounging around at home, is what I need.
The August trip will be a trip out West, for sure. We may do a late November/early December jaunt to Kauai (!!!) because I expressed how much I missed going to the South Pacific (I used to travel there a lot for work). The Desolation Stretch™ vacation will probably be to Cancún or Greece. I wouldn’t, however, mind a weekend away to something like The Homestead Resort or The Greenbrier (provided we could find Groupon or LivingSocial deals … I’ll drop a pretty penny for a real vacation, not a nearby getaway).
Whatever the case, I need time away soon. There is Memorial Day (AKA, birthday weekend) and I’m taking a day off after my ILs “visit” (I will either be nursing a hangover or immensely pleased that I can’t nurse a hangover for at least another 36ish weeks). But a trip is in order.
Vacation, all I ever wanted. Vacation, have to get away.