Karyn Bryant: It's not that I don't want to go on vacation. It's that I want to go on vacation to Tahiti, Brazil or Spain. And since that's not happening anytime soon, I'd rather stay home while my husband and daughter visit his family in Colorado so I can FINALLY get some things done around the house!
It was an awkward conversation to be sure, but telling my husband that I'd rather clean the office than go to Denver was something I had to do. His family is lovely, and I enjoy their company -- but it's not even about that. It's about attempting to catch up on the myriad things that have been sidelined for far, far too long -- all those things that have gnawed at me for months, but which had to be pushed aside in favor of playgroups, e-mails and motherly obligations.
So I've been given one week in August: I will not have to take care of anyone but myself, and I pray that I can take care of at least a few of the messes in my house (and maybe even a couple in my head as well). I'm willing to bet that I'm not the only one who feels this way. I love my family and will surely miss them, but I can hardly wait to have the place to myself so I can push the reset button.
I'm already making the checklist in my head about all the things I'm going to get done, and at the top of that list in bold, red ink is "Clean the Office That Looks Like It's from an Episode of 'Hoarders.'" Seriously, that room gives me nightmares. I will need strength, patience and probably a few cocktails to conquer that beast. But I'm ready. As they say, "Failure is not an option."
For a little while, I felt bad about saying I wanted to stay home. And then (about 30 seconds later) I got over it, because I know it's the right thing to do -- for me and for my family. Aurora's been on vacation for the month of July, and my husband and I have been swamped with work and new developments for our company (a good thing), so I feel like I haven't had a minute to myself. Is it so wrong to say, "Go away!"?
Will I finally use that gift certificate for a massage while they're gone? Probably. Will I go to see "Eat Pray Love"? Probably. Will I play Wii games in my undies? Probably. But will I greet my husband and daughter as a reinvigorated and inspired woman? Dang, I hope so.