Today, on our last day of holidays together as a fam, it was Father’s Day.
Very bittersweet. Baby girl was so adorable, wishing Hubbie a Happy Father’s Day about 17 times. She wrote him a card and helped him open up his little pressie too, bestowing upon him countless of hugs and kisses.
I got really sad though, when we pulled up into the driveway this afternoon after having been out. I’ve been parking my car bang smack in the middle of the driveway, whereas usually when Hubbie is working I have to park to one side, so that he can exit his car from the garage in the mornings, as he leaves for work first.
As I drove up… it hit me.
I had to park to ONE SIDE AGAIN.
I practically cried.
Does anyone else get super depressed when holiday time comes to an end? I guess I find it hard because it happens so infrequently, with his 4 weeks off a year, and add to that, we only really have 1 full day off together per week.
We really need to work out a way to work together. That’ll fix things, or we’ll kill each other in the process. Only one way to find out.
But honestly, the night before the whole ‘going back to work routine’ hits home, HARD. It won’t hit me personally for another few days, and I know, I know… the first time, the first part of the day is the hardest, up until you are actually at work, and then usually you go “oh, that wasn’t too bad.”
I know we need to go back to routine, to life, to all of the things we have been planning to do for weeks and weeks. So while a part of me is mourning the loss of freedom and responsibility-free days on end, another part of me is sooo keen to get cracking and back to the fundamentals…
Getting shit done.
Because at the end of the day, I have worked myself out… I get much more done when I am busy, at work, and checking things off on my to-do list, then I do when I am on holidays and the pause button is on permanent hold.
So, I am keen.