My Patience Is Wearing Thin

I am stressed. I need to schedule vacation for this summer. I wasn’t going to, but today in the car I realized I need to or I may go insane. Taking off a day here and a day there isn’t cutting it. I need a week of doing nothing with the kids. A week of not having to get them up at 6:15 am. A week of not having to pack their lunch. A week of not having to make them dinner in order to have their baths at 7:00 pm so they can get to bed at 8:00. I need a week of nothing but laying in the sun while they run through the sprinklers and walking the dog to the park. I need a week to go swimming and spend time in the mountains and BBQing hamburgers and hotdogs. A week where I wake up at 7:00 instead of 5:00.

This week is proving to take it’s toll on my nerves and I’m not liking this person I am right now. I am officially freaking out. Not, fleeing the country freaking out, but rather, I may pull out all of my hair freaking out. I need a break. I was going to save as much vacation time as I could for the end of the year, but I’m saying screw it. I get six weeks of maternity leave, which starts the week of Thanksgiving (as long as baby is on time) and will end New Year’s Day. That’s perfect. I couldn’t have asked for better timing. This summer I will take a full week off, for my sake as well as the sake of everyone that lives with me.

PS Not that I’m doing all of this on my own or anything, this week just seems to be especially busy for both Brian and I. Plus, we haven’t had sex in a record amount of days. Argh!