‘Twas the Night Before Vacation Ended…

Summer lovin

Here we are. Summer is over. Okay, summer is not officially over, but come on, everyone looks at Labour Day weekend as the last long weekend of the summer. The kids start back to school tomorrow (mine starts Thursday), the nights are getting cooler, the mornings are getting cooler. When you drive down the road, you see the odd tree with the leaves turning already.

Not to say that's it's going to snow tomorrow. Heck, I can even see myself getting to the beach a couple more times in September. But the feeling is there. It's in the air. Fall is coming. I'm not complaining. Of all the seasons, fall is probably my favourite. I love walking outside with jeans and a sweatshirt on. I love the feeling of the crispness in the air. The leaves turning is inspiring and beautiful to me.

It's back to work for me tomorrow. I've had an amazing 10 days off. It's been full, but not to the point where I feel like I haven't had a vacation. We've spent plenty of time out and about, with a few veg days thrown in for good measure. Actually, the last couple of days we've been home, and I have to say….between the kid, and the dog…and the husband, if I wasn't going back to work tomorrow, I may have already said a few things that I would regret later. They are all starting to get on my nerves.

I got some stuff done. Some school shopping – I think we're pretty much ready – got the dog a haircut – I started and finished the biography of Steve Jobs. I got this book for Christmas and said that I wanted to read it on my vacation, when I would have time to dedicate to it. I totally didn't have much time at all to dedicate to it, but I finished it anyway today, and for sure in the very near future, I will be posting a review on it.

My kid starts school on Thursday. I have no idea how this is going to go, and though I'm thinking about it quite a bit, I'm trying not to dwell on it too much. If I really try to wrap my head around it, the waterworks will start. I'm thinking about it, but trying to block out the emotion of it until the day. It's hard, but so far I'm doing okay.

So back to work tomorrow to put in my vacation request for the first week of October. I hope I don't have a problem getting it – we will be celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary that week and I really want to be able to go away. Since our 5th we haven't done much more than go out for dinner, which has been fine, but for 10 years, I think we should do something to mark it. It should be special.

I hope everyone has had an amazing long weekend. Labour Day is definitely one of my favourite long weekends of the year. I hope that it marks the end of an amazing summer for everyone, and the start of a wonderful fall.

Till later 🙂

 

Vacation is around the corner!

Look out beach, here we come!

Woot, woot!  One more week till vacay!  Boy, do I feel like I’m needing it this year.  It’s almost the end of August, and so far I’ve taken 2 days vacation.  My decision – my friend and co-worker tells me that I hoard all my vacation days like a squirrel saving nuts for the winter, and she’s right.  I get three weeks a year, and usually I don’t feel like I need much time off for the first six months.  I usually take a week in July, a week sometime in the fall, like October, and then a week at Christmas.  But I do hoard my days, mostly I think because I want to make sure I get the perfect time, and spaced just right.

So I’m ready.  Boy, am I ready!

My husbands work schedule doesn’t allow for much time off for him in the summer, so he’s working a lot of the week that I’m off.  A day trip will be in store, a lot of time at the beach I’m hoping, and we’ll probably get in to see a movie, as the boy loved that when we went on his Birthday in May.  We’ll have to get his school shopping done as well.  We have most of what he needs, just another pair of shoes and a lunch pail are needed.

Wait – what?  Did I say that my son is starting school?  How can that be?  He was just born, wasn’t he?  Something is wrong here.  Something is very wrong.

This brings us to the meat of the topic.  My son, my baby, my little guy, is starting school in 2 weeks.  I’m kind of starting to freak out.  I know it is going to be good for him, I know he needs this experience and socially it will be a wonderful thing for him.

Once I remove him from my leg.

He is so shy.  I know a lot of this is my own fault because he has not been in a daycare setting.  He is great when meeting new kids, but so so shy around new adults, especially men.  I don’t know why this is, he has an amazing relationship with his Daddy, Grandpa and Papa.  But it really takes him a while to warm up around men that he doesn’t know.  He’s never really been away from us with at least one family member present – ever.

So I’m a bit worried.  Mostly because it breaks my heart to imagine him all on his own for the first time – at school, all day.  Then I think back to my first few days of school.  I was exactly the same way.  My mom stayed at the school with me for the first few days because I cried whenever she tried to leave.  When the teacher finally told her to go home, and she did – she got home to find the phone ringing.  It was the school secretary calling to let her know that I was doing just fine, and the teacher had her call Mom so that she wouldn’t worry.  I was fine.  I turned out okay.  So will he, but it’s much tougher being on the Mommy end of the situation.

That’s why next week is so important to me.  I delayed my vacation by a few weeks so that we could spend some awesome quality time together before he starts school.  He’ll always be my baby, but he’ll never be my pre-school-days baby again.  So this time together is as much for me as it is for him.

Why didn’t somebody tell me that being a Mommy was so hard sometimes?  I blame you all for this! 😉