CALM DOWN....

Well it won’t be long now, 4.5 days and I will be on my way to San Francisco.

I am definitely looking forward to it, but I am taking a much different approach to leaving on a holiday than I have ever before.

If you are like me, you become a crazy woman (or man) and rush around like a maniac in your quest to have your house spotless, have your yard in a manicured state and get every piece of paper cleared off your desk at work. And then if you are even more like me, you are ridiculously exhausted the first 3 to 4 days into your holidays or worse yet, you come down with some moronic cold because your immune system was shot to hell due to the frantic pace of the previous two weeks prior to leaving.

This time, I decided to have a “screw it” kind of attitude which is no easy feat for this anal retentive chickalet.  But instead of short circuiting out, I just realized the following:

a.    The heat pump will continue to load every piece of furniture in my place with every particle of dust it can find whether I am there or not

b.    The grass will continue to grow and the weeds will continue to sprout. And most likely, if I was at home anyways, I would just be watching it all blow in the wind wishing for a sexy, ripped, Spanish dude named Roberto to mow it in nothing but his tight jeans and oiled up chest.  I’d like to tell you that I fantasize about my better half mowing the lawn, but he curses a great deal during the process.  Perhaps due to the fact that I keep digging holes in our yard and plopping in new plants which ultimately has created an unpleasant obstacle course for my him.  And I have to tell you that somehow blue air blowing from his lips and his stink eye directed at me kind of takes the sexiness away, if you know what I mean.

c.    And finally work.  There isn’t a day I remember working at this particular job that I was ahead of the game.  The likelihood is that it will all be there some ten days later exactly where I left it waiting for my return, with my lovely kind friend and temp, apologizing because she wasn’t sure what to do.

So I ask myself this, why not be mellow this week and go into my holidays already relaxed. I am not even letting my “Wound Up Type A” counter part get the best of me.

Now, keep your fingers, toes and eyes crossed that no urgents happen within the next 4.5 days!

In the meantime, I will just keep sucking back my herbal “relaxing” tea that is dosed up with copious amounts of honey because I am nothing but at peace with the universe and calm my friends. I said, I am calm my friends. What do you mean I am not! OH YES I AM!  DAMN CALM I SAY... DAMN CALM!!! Now where the freak is my vacuum cleaner!

Until Next Time.
Tracy