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I need a vacation

I hate it when people say, “I need a vacation.” Mostly because I’ve found the people saying it are the same ones who JUST went on vacation.

But. I need a vacation.

I’m spent. I’m overwhelmed, and I’m spent right now. I have three projects on my to do list that have been there almost two months now, both of which should have theoretically been able to be done within a couple days. But instead, due to this or that or this or that have sat unfinished for way too long. These are projects I can get paid for, but with every passing day I don’t feel right about charging what I normally would due to my lack (or at least slow progress) of productivity.

I’m frustrated and overwhelmed. And just when I think I’m finally getting ahead (and I dare to take a day to clean my house and go on a date with my husband) the next day new things get dropped into my lap and I just want to cry. Like today.

I need a vacation.

I need a reset. I need to step away from everything for a few days and then come back to it fresh. Maybe then I won’t feel so overwhelmed and that alone won’t hold me back from finishing. It sounds good in theory at least.

Then again, maybe I’ll get a burst of productivity and inspiration in a couple days and all this whining will be for naught. But for now, I just want to vent a little bit. That alone makes me feel a little better.

It WILL all get done. Maybe not at the pace I prefer, but I won’t give up and it will get done. This I know for sure.

But I still need a vacation.

 Oregon - July 2012

This is how my schedule gets backwards…

My husband was supposed to be home over two hours ago. However, a bad accident shut the interstate down, and they got stuck for two hours.

That’s definitely not something anyone could anticipate (which is why they try to leave plenty of time on their way TO a gig) and they were the luckiest of everyone out there… they had a bathroom the whole time. Sorry, when I see people stuck in traffic for hours at a time, I always think how awful it would be if you need to use the bathroom and if you’re diabetic and need food. But I digress…

So here I am, laying on the couch, waiting to go pick up my husband from the bus. Their original arrival time was perfect for me to go get him and go to bed at my normal time. This new ETA? It just throws me off.

They weren’t far enough behind to justify going to bed, but they’re far enough behind for me to be getting grumpy and ready for sleep.

I’ve tried to keep myself busy this whole time, and I got a lot done. Almost all the laundry is done. And I’ve gotten some paperwork done. But now I’m over it. I’m ready for him to be home.

An hour to go…