I've maxed out. Closed this blog. |
This is a way of making myself write something coherent and grammatically correct almost every day. I'm opinionated and need an outlet. I'm also prone to flights of fancy. Thanks for stopping by. |
I love my family. But when I'm on vacation, I want to be on vacation. I don't want to be cleaning after them and cooking and feeding them. It's not a vacation if I have to shop for them, and spend all day cooking, putting it on the table at different times, cleaning up snack dishes, picking up toys, and sweeping, constantly sweeping from all the coming and going. And then there's the dish washing. Occasionally, someone will put away left over food, and carry dishes to the sink. But heaven forbid that someone should rinse the dishes and load the dishwasher or actually dip their hands into dishwater in the sink. Then there's prepping the bedroom for overnight guests, and doing laundry after they're gone. And while they're there, you have to restock toilet paper, empty the trash, and wait for access to your own bathroom! And if there's a preschooler, you can't watch TV, or if a fussy baby is in the house, you can't have the lights on or make any noise while they try to put the baby down for the night. I need a vacation to recover from my vacation. Going back to work and getting back into my own little rut of a routine is more relaxing. |