Friday, November 20, 2009

Caution...whining ahead!

Yup. I just got back from a week of vacation, and I'm already whining. Hard to believe isn't it? Oh, I'm not whining about vacation. Vacation was divine. It's been more than eighteen years since beloved husband and I have done such a rash thing as leave the old homestead for an entire week, without our entourage. I think we need to do it again much sooner than eighteen years in the future. But...it took me the better part of four days to simply unwind enough to relax and enjoy myself. Not that I wasn't having fun, but creeping, gnawing dread had taken hold of me prior to departure, and it would not let go. The phone calls home didn't help either. The children did a good job trying to convince me to relax and not worry, but I knew there were problems. I had enough quick access to email to know. So just when I had begun to relax, and purpose to not worry and overdiscuss my problem child (or two)...poof, vacation was over. It was time to pack up our honeymoon cottage (new tent) and fly home. I needed another week. Now I'm home digging out from under the Mount Everest of laundry, restocking empty shelves, coaxing my shy cat to love me again. I'm dealing with clingy children, lazy children, naughty children. The aftermath of one child is particularly spectacular. I'm tired, and my sinuses hurt from flying, and I have a mild stomach bug...which might be related to the sinus pressure/headache, or might just be a stomach bug. It's keeping me awake at night, which makes me feel more tired, and more impatient. It makes me want another vacation.

On the one hand, I wonder why I would want to put myself through this, all for the sake of some peaceful time with my good husband. I haven't even whined about what a horrible time we had trying to get ready to go. That week was so challenging I entertained thoughts of canceling. If it would not have cost me cold hard cash to do so, I don't doubt I would have. But then I was there, and it was too far to run back home. I had to stay. Now I'm back, and I have to dig my way back out of this hole. I think I spent the first half of the week resenting the week before, and the last bit resenting what I knew awaited me when I returned. The perfect solution is a two week vacation. I figure I would get at least one full week of pure bliss. Or maybe I would have stretched out my worrying and bitterness. It's hard to say. I think it could have gone either way.

So I leave you with a picture of us looking relaxed and happy, celebrating 23 years. Note to self: don't wait until 41rst anniversary to do it all again, though by then all the children should be out of the house and we might be able to unwind a little faster.



3 comments:

QueenB said...

Go ahead and whine. We've been doing our fair share of whining. I think we are too busy. We lost sight of simple. Of course, whacky children do not make for simple, they just make for simply whacky. The pic is adorable, you both look so happy and relaxed. Glowing. Radiant. Unfettered by children.............I have a funny stomach upset story....my children were being kept wayyy too long at dance rehearsal, and I was out in the van with very fractious, one sick, children. And I was feeling none too terrific myself - my cold was giving me stomach upset. I went in to collect my children and pulled them from rehearsal before it was over because quite frankly, I did not want to blow my intestines in the non sound proofed bathroom at the dance studio and wanted to get back to the relative peace and comfort of my own privy. My son twice asked why they had to leave, and I announced to everyone there that I had spent the afternoon vomiting and with diarrhea and I felt that was reason enough to not have to sit outside any longer. The dance teacher asked if "do you have a previous engagement that you need to get home to?" and I told her yes, my toilet was waiting for me. Gack. I was motified later, but this dance thing has taken on a life of its own. Like everything lately is the "most important thing in your life". I am pooped and ready for a rest. Anyway, glad you had a chance to make some happy memories.

Brenda said...

These little breaks are never without severe post-return consequences. I've learned over the years to just take them anyway, because something rotten was going to happen whether I went away or stayed home!

Brenda

Lisa said...

The photo shows a relaxed and loving couple. Wonderful!

Lisa S.