Why is it that time slows down leading up to vacations? What makes the time drag so slowly when I know it will fly by once we’re actually on vacation? Is it a greater awareness of the passing time? Is it the anticipation of all the good things to come? Whatever it is, it’s in full effect this week.
We have one and a half days left between us and our vacation. And not just any vacation, but a meet up with family and go on a Greek Isles cruise vacation. The trip that I told B we had to take before we left Turkey. The one big trip we’ve really planned on since moving here. The cruise we’ve been counting down to since late last year.
The only problem is that time seems to have ground to a halt. How is it still only Wednesday of the week we leave? How do I still have a full day of teaching in front of me? What do you mean that my bags aren’t all packed and we aren’t leaving in a few minutes? Surely it’s time to go already?
But no. I still have two days of teaching left. I still need to do some laundry, pack the bags, charge the camera and kindles, and take care of all the other little things that need attention. I have to actually focus and teach solid lessons so that my students have enough to do. I need to clean up the house so that the dogs don’t totally destroy it while we’re gone. Really, I need to get out of this vacation frame of mind and dig in and work until it’s time to actually play.
But I don’t see that happening. Instead, I’ll probably look at the clock and wonder, yet again, how it’s only Wednesday.