gone baby gone
Aug. 3rd, 2005 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaI have been having a totally crap week, and you wanna know why? Aside from the perennial problem that I have a male parent who exists and is not fully up to my expectations, the reason is: I am already on vacation in my mind. Unfortunately, body still here, wielding the sharpie at work, nursing the incredible backsliding sleeping toddler at 1 and 4 am, getting bit on the ankles by mosquitoes, etc.
In my mind I am on the fantasy vacation that never actually occurs, sleeping laaaate in the big fluffy white bed with windows open to catch seas breezes, then walking on the beach at sunset with my lover, eating gourmet food, doting on my charming child who sleeps like an angel, that sort of thing. Never mind that real vacations involve to do lists; airplane travel, now with added small child under two on lap; disrupted sleep in strange beds, now with added small child likely to be on lap in bed, or possibly sleeping with her foot on your head; weird smelling vacation homes; too many people to fit in one car; too hot at the beach/too cold at the beach/too sunny at the beach/it's raining; too much to do/too little to do, I'm bored; what shall we all eat for dinner and other experiences in cat-herding; can we possibly leave the house before 11am on any given day?; why do I want to buy things when I don't have any spare money?; and other exciting realities.
Ah well, I'm checking off my pre-vacation to-do list and Mother is already pulling the string. I am really excited to be going on vacation. I just wish I were better at dealing with The Now and The Real instead of living in the wishverse.
In my mind I am on the fantasy vacation that never actually occurs, sleeping laaaate in the big fluffy white bed with windows open to catch seas breezes, then walking on the beach at sunset with my lover, eating gourmet food, doting on my charming child who sleeps like an angel, that sort of thing. Never mind that real vacations involve to do lists; airplane travel, now with added small child under two on lap; disrupted sleep in strange beds, now with added small child likely to be on lap in bed, or possibly sleeping with her foot on your head; weird smelling vacation homes; too many people to fit in one car; too hot at the beach/too cold at the beach/too sunny at the beach/it's raining; too much to do/too little to do, I'm bored; what shall we all eat for dinner and other experiences in cat-herding; can we possibly leave the house before 11am on any given day?; why do I want to buy things when I don't have any spare money?; and other exciting realities.
Ah well, I'm checking off my pre-vacation to-do list and Mother is already pulling the string. I am really excited to be going on vacation. I just wish I were better at dealing with The Now and The Real instead of living in the wishverse.