I haven’t checked the time and distance on a commute that follows dropping off the kids in the morning. It’s also September now, so the times are going to be drastically longer.
Case in point. On Friday evening I pulled out of my parking spot at about 5:40 and pulled up to the house at about 6:30. That’s 50 minutes, and is the best time I could possibly hope for.
How’d I do this morning?
Four minutes shy of double the time from last Friday. This is my life now.
I have a question about vacations.
Is it possible that the horror of the first day of work following a week long vacation actually outweigh the benefits of the week long vacation? As I try to get myself ready for work this morning, I’m not anymore rested because of my week off. I actually feel more exhausted than before we left. Today I’m going to have a full week’s worth of problems dropped on me at once. I’m going to have five times the stress and frustration of a normal day. Is it worth it? If I’d asked this one week ago I would have said yes, it is worth it. Today? I’m not so sure.
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