The funny thing – and I don’t mean funny “ha ha” – is that we didn’t have a planned vacation this year, thanks to Katie’s job hopping, but I ended up using every minute of my sick and vacation time on actual sick time. It’s been a rough year. So if we had taken a vacation, my paycheck would be in jeopardy. So I guess I should be grateful that I didn’t take an actual vacation. Why is it that I don’t feel grateful?

And don’t tell Katie this part, because it wouldn’t make her too pleased – I doubt we’ll get a vacation this year, either. Why? Because with Katie in a motherly way, I’m sure we will be using every bit of our combined vacation times with Mr. Darcy and the accompanying doctor/hospital visits, plus time at home afterward.

As I said on twitter (my 200th tweet!), my mind is already on vacation. Unfortunately, I don’t get a vacation. I’m wondering just how long it will be before I can catch up with myself.

Traveling at Godspeed

I’m still on vacation