Posted on | July 9, 2013 | 6 Comments
The first day back from vacation is always a whirlwind. You feel rested and ready to tackle basically anything so you do… with a smile. The paperwork gets completed, the files get organized, and everyone has your undivided attention for whatever they need.
Then the second day arrives.
Today, it’s like my vacation never happened. I have no less than thirteen phone calls to return, appointments from 10-3:30 straight, and a stack of “TO DO” on my desk that mimics the leaning tower of Pisa. In short? I have returned to the real world and I am not all that happy about it.
This morning, I woke up and lay in bed wishing the sun would just go back down for a while and let J and I snuggle for a few more hours. I can only assume he felt the same since every single thing was a struggle from brushing teeth to putting on shoes. He didn’t want to get in the car, didn’t want to get out of the car, and wouldn’t let go of me once we arrived at daycare. It was a “pry him off Momma” morning and the whole time it was happening I just kept thinking “THIS. THIS IS WHY I DON’T TAKE MORE VACATIONS” while, you know, simultaneously planning my next trip away.
Real life is exhausting and sadly nothing like vacation.
In real life, I have to be responsible and prompt and attentive and… well… grown up. I have, dare I say it, responsibilities. And I’m honestly not a fan of those. I’d like someone else to take care of all the “have to do” and let me focus only on the “want to do…” they can clean and cook and wash and scold and I’ll swoop in for ice cream and trips to the aquarium, please and thank you.
I am starting to believe that no one is ever really a “grown up” the way I thought my parents were. I don’t think there’s going to be a magical switch in my life that flips and suddenly I’ll WANT to work and pay bills and save money instead of lounging around with beer and crappy television. And I really wish there would be, you know? Like suddenly all of that would be epic and awesome and drinking beer on a beach would be lame and childish. Is there a class to take? I lesson plan to follow that will magically turn me into the adult I need to be because honestly, I am just not feeling this return to reality.