On paper and in my head it sure sounded like a good idea.  When the HR rep informed me I had to 48 hours of annual leave and 16 hours of PTO to take by December 31 I was excited.  Who wouldn’t be?  With no place to go I decided to treat myself to a couple of stay-cations.  It worked out that I’d get a whole week off for Thanksgiving and with the two holidays, a week and a half for Christmas.

Who in their right mind would argue with that?

Not me.

The Monday after Thanksgiving was not a productive day.  In fact, that whole week my mind felt like mush.  The simplest of tasks about did me in.  And that was only after one week.

I haven’t worked since Friday, December 21.  Today may very well be the death of me.

Only kidding.  Well, only mostly kidding.

There have been flags already.  Monday, December 24 (yes, as if in Christmas Eve) I couldn’t remember which day it was.  I almost OD’d on my medication because I could have sworn Christmas was on Wednesday making Christmas Eve a Tuesday.  Luckily, after about five minutes of seriously trying to figure out what day of the week it was, I did not take more pills than prescribed.

While watching a movie late Thursday night I realized I did not have a blog ready for Friday.  How can I disappoint my fans (okay, fan)?  1:30 Friday morning I stared at the create a post window.  It was blank.  I had no idea how to fill it up. At 1:30 in the morning I was afraid of what I would produce.  So I chickened out and reposted an old one.  I was on vacation! I was supposed to be letting the creative juices flow free.  Instead, the hamster on the wheel took a snooze.   Way to let me (and my two fans) down, hamster, way to go.

Friday I totally forgot to do laundry.  Not a big deal?  I’ve done laundry every Friday for – let’s just say a whole lotta years.  I remembered at midnight.  Not cool.

By Sunday evening I realized I would in fact have to return to work on Wednesday.  This caused me to slump into a depression.  My Christmas miracle has eluded me once again.  Come on Santa, I’ve watched enough Hallmark Christmas movies to know I have the perfect circumstances to receive some Christmas magic. I’m not asking for much.  A new job.  A new life.  Your single son falling in love with me would be nice.  Just sayin.

Is it too soon to count down to the weekend?  How about MLK Day?