The high from having new floors has worn off. Was it the glue they used to tack them down? Whatever was making us glad to be home has worn off.
The gray sky juxtaposed against the sunny warmth of vacation.
Du has over 200 emails waiting for him at work. And that’s only one of his accounts. He has at least one other account that I know of. His is a job where the work waits for him to come back. Someone may step in and fill his shoes, but he’s left picking up pieces, figuring out where they were supposed to go and trying to get the machine oiled.
My job doesn’t pile up while I’m gone. But it does wait on me and remind me of my lot in life. I am usually positive about homeschooling, but today I’m having the hardest time getting motivated to teach. It was so nice to not teach for two weeks. Not having to constantly remind someone they should be working instead of asking off-topic questions or staring at the cats.
And to make it just that much worse today we couldn’t start with a normal day. I had to call early to make an appointment with socialized medicine to get Ashlyn seen. Not being able to follow our routine makes it that much harder for Reagan to pay attention. Tomorrow will not be normal either. Half this week is gone–I should wait until next week to start back with school. But that would push us one week more into the summer (and that can’t happen since we have to prepare to move).
There are so many other things that are on the to do list that we didn’t have to worry about while on vacation. We could just be a family. No responsibilities. Just four people having fun together and enjoying each other’s company. Daily life though is what pays the bills, educates us, and gets things done so we can go away on vacation. If we could somehow combine those two that would be nice.
I believe that the level of PVB is proportionate to the amount of time spent on vacation. We were gone for two weeks, so I should expect these blues to last for quite a while. I need to try to see the humdrum of daily life as a comfort instead of a burden. Retail therapy would help, but this town is devoid of shopping, and I shouldn’t spend my money on that anyway. I’ve got a Pampered Chef party coming up (where I’m going to get their cookware for 60% off!! That just made me a little happier), and pictures from Ashlyn’s one-year photo session to purchase (ooh, just erased all of that joy).
I will snap out of it. Sooner or later.