So, in a couple of days the Fam and I are "goin' on our 'olidays..." 10 days of no work, no pressure, no internets, no t.v. (no fucking T.V.?? what are you INSANE???) Ok, lied about the T.V. part. I'm no masochist, ber-lieve me. However, the no internets part is true, so no posts. Try not to cry. Seriously...
Right now excited anticipation on my part is escalating. This translates into writing copious "to do" lists for getting things in shape at work before I take off, and then promptly ignoring them to obsessively check weather.com and tourism sites for our featured destination. Or just "pop by" a few blogs. Because I just can't focus... I am SO psyched.
And therein lies the rub. For me, the anticipation over an upcoming event often far outweighs the pleasure of actually participating (indeed, as I told you before, I never actually made it to one of my primary school's Christmas Parties because without fail I worked myself up into such excitement that I threw up each year and had to go home...) I still definitely have this trait (with the nausea now tempered by delicious alchohol)... Excitability...
I am excited to go on vacation, but in the past few years I have recognized a trait in me inherited from my mother--an inability to relax once getting to the Relaxation-Destination... I like to think of myself as a pretty low-maintenance lassy. I go with the flow, can see the funny side of anything, rarely take offense, and am generally well-grounded and happy-go-lucky.. (Puke. Julie-Effing-Andrews eat your heart out...)
However, beneath the happy-go-lucky exterior a stressed out control-freak can at times be eager to break free. Vacation is one of those times when my evil twin emerges.... To quote When Harry Met Sally (shuddup) I am the worse type of control-freak--I think I am Low Maintenance, but I am actually High Maintenance... At least when a weekend in a cottage on a lake with nothing to do but relax and have a good time is concerned.
So, the reason I write this is to confront the demon within so it does not happen this time, and to ask for any advice that's going. Does anyone else suffer from this affliction? Find that they are sitting on the beach feeling ancy, or pouring through tourist brochures or over maps planning your day.... Being generally snappish and notverynicereally? It's not really something I can put my finger on, but I really hate it. (oh, and the hubs DIGS it bigtime). And this time tequila shots are not an option to get in the holiday spirit. (Dagnabit...)
Feel free to dispense all kinds of preachy advice or share tips--I need it.