VACA is Over
Yawn. The alarm goes off for the first time in months. Ive gotten so used to sleeping i these last two weeks while my kids have been off this is no fun. Between this, the menopause, the mid-life poor sleep, the snoring husband, the son home from college making a ruckus till all hours and the damned dog in my bed, I feel fatigued before I’ve even begun the day.
There is nothing like breaking out of a routine. Every body needs that. And every BODY needs that. But that lucious unstructured time at night watching movies with the kids or long luxurious meals with no one scooting away to do homework. I miss it already. I am mourning it this morning.
For two weeks I slept and ate. I didnt worry about exercise or being somewhere exaclty at a particular time– most days anyway. It was glorious. This is what it must feel like to be Paris Hilton’s monther. I hear donce that she sleeps till 11:00 am every morning. Someone had asked if she could help with a school carnival and when she found out the early time required, she had to decline.
Maybe that’s one of those urban legends but it still cracks me up.
On the other hand I’d hate that. As much as I’d love just a few more hours of sleep, i love my routine in the end. I love being the first one up, the dark house, the early morning routine. I love pressing the button on the coffee-maker and pouring that first, milky cup.
Vacations are vacations because they are a break from the routine. They come just in time to rescue us from ourselves and to remind us why they are so special.
So forgive yourself this week and you ease back into the routine after new years. And break a few resolutions– just because you can!