Technicolor Yawn

I need a vacation. Oh wait- I just had one? You wouldn't have known that the way this last week and a half has gone. Usually, on the last day of a vacation, I am feeling refreshed and ready to face the daily grind again. That was not even a little bit mostly true this time around as well. What I didn't realize was that the daily grind would suck me in, grind me up, boil me in water and serve me up black with no cream or sugar to cut down the harshness.

The good news: We came back to a perfectly happy and well-adjusted Tyke (thanks to the efforts of Riley's mom and dad, who watched him while we were gone). The Tyke wasn't phased at all by the fact that we were gone on his birthday; something that may have been easier because we spent the whole weekend making it up to him with extra cake and ice cream.

The bad news: Going back to work the following Monday was horrific. Even though one of my coworkers had done a fantastic job covering for me, there were a ton of tasks waiting for me when I walked in the door. I barely had time to turn on my computer before work threw up all over me, spewing chunks of "must be done yesterday", "won't wait until tomorrow" and "needs to be resolved this minute" right in my face. It subsequently dripped down my arms and legs, covering the tan I worked so hard for and causing me to gag from the smell of "this needs to be made a priority".

Things have now calmed down enough so that I don't flinch when I pull up my email in the morning and I no longer hide my blackberry at the bottom of the hamper. And even though I can't take another vacation to escape work tasks, I can at least bring a poncho with me in case there's and unexpected downpour.