Monday, May 21, 2007
Coming Home Again
Why is it that coming home from Vacation is so hard? Man, I love to go, but coming back really puts a strain on me. I almost always get sick on airplanes, so I usually come home with a cold and a suitcase full of dirty laundry. When I walk in the door and look around at my home it feels safe and comfortable, but at the same time a knawing sense of "undone" comes over me. I can't help but look down at the floors that need washing; to my left, is the computer that must have emails waiting to be read and returned. To my right there is an empyt kitchen with it's ceaseless appetite for groceries, etc, etc. You need a vacation after preparing for a vacation and you definitely need a vacation when you return. At least I do. The other night as I was wallowing in this kind of self-pity, my husband threatened to not take me on any more trips, and can I blame him? I don't know what is wrong with me. Someone make me feel better about my post-vacation-blues- syndrome. You may laugh, but I think that this is a true disease. I never quite felt it before I became a mom, but now that I am a "domestic engineer" and my duties primarily revolve around the home and what goes on here, home has become a neverending chore. This sounds pretty bad. Rest assured and I am happy and blessed to have th opportunity to stay home. I have a husband who works hard for this luxury, and surely this is a funk that I will overcome. But somebody, make me feel like less of a freak!