Will made a wise observation this morning: I am not on vacation, after all. I am doing my normal job(s), in a different location, with added responsibilities and less backup.
HEY, THIS SUCKS.
I mean, I am actually having a very nice time. But.
Taking care of children is hard enough in their own space. In a strange space? A later bedtime is the best I can hope for, really. They know things are not normal and they react to that.
Plus I am still trying to work on my knitting designs, to do some actual knitting, and to catch up on sewing. Last year when it was just Sam and me (pregnant with Grace), I got SO MUCH done. I knew this time would be less productive, but I didn’t realize how very much less.
And I’m cooking in a strange kitchen, which requires a little extra creativity. (Let’s be honest: I am eating a lot of pancakes made from a mix. Which is so easy, but I’ve had an upset stomach all week because I can’t handle the dairy.)
Oh yeah, and I am writing. Or rather, I am not writing, but I need to at least write this week’s column. I’ve basically given up on writing anything for myself.
Also I am taking care of Cassie’s house and cats (though K is doing the lion’s share of the cat care, since she is sleeping in Cassie’s room).
So Will was pretty spot-on when he said I’m not on vacation. My job is harder than usual.
So I still need a vacation. It can’t be very long (Grace needs milk) or very far (I have a $0 budget) but I need some time for myself. I’m not picky–it can be a working vacation or a lie-around-reading vacation. (I am sitting here laughing as I type because YEAH RIGHT.)
With those easy-peasy parameters, ANY SUGGESTIONS?