One of the things I still suck at is taking a significant block of time off for a real vacation. I keep looking at my time off accruing, and I have to remind myself that I'm salary, not contract. It's paid time off! And the worst thing is that I know I need it, because I can feel myself feeling a little rough around the edges when we do long weekend cruises or I take a few days for a little coaster trip.
In trying to be proactive, and start planning something, I realized that we're now bound by a new reality: Simon's school year. That's our reality for the next thirteen years, in fact. (Groan.) We could take him out of pre-K somewhat frequently without consequence, but next year that's not going to happen. I'm sure a long weekend here or there won't be a big deal, but we definitely couldn't do a year.
For now at least, we don't have anything planned, but we need to think of something clever for a week in the summer that we'll all enjoy. That's hard, because he's not quite old enough to appreciate certain things (like DC or a national park). Of course, if he gets to be in a hotel, or on a boat, he doesn't care provided he gets to push the elevator buttons.
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