358 days and counting

I'm counting down. Next week...in approximately 3 days...we leave for vacation. This is great because I really need a vacation. AND...I really need a vacation. I took a week off from work a little earlier in the summer with the intention of going to Florida. For various reasons, I decided against Florida and instead stayed home and painted my living room. Not exactly an exciting week off from work. But next week is our anniversary week. We will have been married a year, and to celebrate not killing each other, we are taking 5 days in Cape Cod. I'm not sure if I'm more excited about still being married or about going on vacation.

I mean, don't get me wrong...my marriage is great. But vacation...I haven't had one of those in over a year!

Basically it boils down to this - from September to May, I see John rarely if at all. His work hours are ridiculous; mostly I'm sleeping when he comes home, he's sleeping when I leave for work. I spend a lot of time being bitter about his career and missing him like crazy. But come May, he's home. EVERY...FUCKING...DAY. I walk in the door and he's there. No matter what time. At first it's great that I never get a chance to unwind and i never have 15 minutes alone in the house. But by August, I miss missing him.

And it's almost September, so it continues. Our anniversary marks the last day of his summer. And then I'll have a great three weeks before I start missing my husband again. So this vacation is more than just a vacation. And it's more than just an anniversary. It's 5 days where we totally escape from our vicious cycle. Where we can spend our last few days truly enjoying each other, before we roll into a long autumn and winter of missing each other.