Wednesday, October 24, 2007
What's the first thing you realize after nine days of vacation? Easy, you need another nine days of vacation.
I just returned from taking some time off. With two years under my belt at the Daily Sun News I now get two weeks of vacation each year. Since I just took a week off in August, I wasn't planning to use any of my two weeks until Spring, when Tanya and I hope to travel to Thailand.
But oh how I'm glad I took it. It's indescribable how it feels to sleep in on a week day and not have to worry about work. It's great.
I was able to sleep until noon, something I haven't done for quite some time. When I'm working, even on the weekends, it seems there is always something to do that gets me up before 10 a.m.
On this vacation I did absolutely nothing and it was awesome. My weeds are still plentiful and towering in my dirt yard. It's even worse in the back. Piper could get lost for days there.
I stayed up late, too. Watching the pearls on late night, free TV. Or, I watched DVDs, surfed the net, and played with my XBOX. I also got my Piper time and traveled to Spokane Valley for a few days to give my folks some Piper time as well. They're getting ready to winter down south so that was important.
But although I did nothing and I was totally rested, when Monday rolled around and it was time to go back to work, I didn't want to get up. I thought to myself, I need another nine days of vacation.
My second day back at work I thought about it. Why was I so lazy?
Was it because I turned my natural clock to the wrong time by staying up late and sleeping until 11 a.m., noon or 1 p.m.? Or was it because for those few hours in the day I was awake, I did absolutely nothing?
My vacation week in August was spent driving more than 1,000 miles, most of the time with a screaming 18-month-old in the car. Two nights were spent in the cold Olympic Mountains sleeping on dirt so hard you could chip a tooth on it. Another night was spent in a cubicle sized hotel room. One night was spent on the beach and after five days of this, I arrived home and watched The Exorcist and ended up hearing something weird on my cell phone. That caused me many sleep deprived nights but even though I was extremely exhausted after that vacation, I was still ready to go back to work and didn't have trouble getting out of bed.
My college days when I would backpack S.E. Asia during summer break weren't even as bad. Sleeping in guest houses after traveling hundreds of miles on a motorcycle or hiking the hills of some jungle is tiring. When you do it for two months it becomes mind numbing. Fun, but mind numbing.
I would come home from all that the day before classes would start, jet lagged and all, and I still wasn't as tired as I was last Monday.
Now, why did one week of doing absolutely nothing and getting more sleep than I needed cause me to be more tired than any of my previous vacations? I don't know. But I do know I'd like another nine days of vacation to ponder the question.