Vacation used to be a luxury, but in today’s world it has become a necessity.
Vacation. What a lovely word. It immediately brings to mind sandy beaches, island breezes and relaxation, doesn’t it? Did you hear the big sigh from me? That is the kind of vacation I would like, but my reality will never make the pages of a travel magazine.
Don’t get me wrong – I am excited to have a week off and the chance to visit my oldest daughter and her family. I haven’t seen them in…well, forever. There is a lot to catch up on and grandkids to spoil 🙂 But, let me share what is leading up to boarding a flight out of here and flying across country in two days time.
Let’s start with the day job that graciously allows its employees to have some time away to relax and renew (do you hear the sarcasm here?) I have a things-that-have-to-be-accomplished-before-I-leave list. On it are tasks that are job critical and must have all the loose ends tied up before I can escape – um- leave.
Ha! My day started out bad and disintegrated from there. Let’s not mention the disagreement with my boss before I even had a cup of coffee, or the disaster everything I touched turned into kind of day. So much for quickly tying up loose ends. My things-that-have-to-be-accomplished-before-I-leave list has now turned into a crap-I will-never-get-this-done-in-time sort of list. With some reprioritizing I might be able to get the most critical of the critical things done. Yay, me.
Let’s move on to packing. Sorting through clothes to take is not fun. That cute shirt I bought at the beginning of summer is a little snug. It’s too late to regret the stress eating that caused the – ahem- slight weight gain and my much more limited clothing choices. No problem, I will just have to manage with what I have. It’s a vacation after all, right?
Writing. Somewhere in all the chaos that has become my life just lately I have barely had time to keep up with email, never mind work on my WIP. Double crap. The 500 words a day I was aiming for is now 1,500 words behind and gaining fast. Maybe I can sneak some writing time in on my long flight. Yes, that is the Universe you hear hysterically laughing at me in the background.
Oh, let’s not forget the conversation with my daughter who is taking care of the house while I am away. It went something like this:
- Yes, wonderful child-of-mine the flowers need to be watered every day without exception.
- Don’t touch the paperwork on my table. I know where everything is and your habit of stuffing things in corner cabinets is not okay.
- The cat will be unhappy if you do not pet him when he demands it and have his food bowl full at all times.
- No, I don’t think my neglected knitting basket would look better hidden behind that big chair.
- Do not leave my kitchen in a mess. Clean up after yourself or I will have to hurt you when I get home. Stop laughing, I’m trying to be serious here….
Luckily for me I don’t have to drive to the airport. I will have a few blissful moments where I know I have done all that I could before leaving and can now relax and leave the driving in her capable hands.
I’ll worry about getting through the airport when I get there. After all, I’m on vacation. 🙂