Prescription: a week's vacation in Hawaii
I have been very tired. For over a month, I can't seem to get myself together. It's one thing or another - a late event at work, a head cold that came from school and went around the family twice, an entertainment blitz with two dear out-of-town visitors back to back, an early morning at work, an overnight wake up from a small child, and so on and so forth.
I went to the doctor for a physical, which I haven't done in a few years. I suspected I'm just feeling what every other working mother feels at some point or another, and that this is normal. (This is, right?) I asked for bloodwork and such, just to be sure.
Test results were normal. As the doctor and I suspected, I'm just a working mom. "When I worked in New York, I'd write my patients a prescription for a week's vacation in Hawaii. Now I live in Hawaii, but that's still my advice," he laughed.
December is my busy time at work. I can't take off, but I did give my blessing for Claus to take Olivia on a ski trip. "My husband and kid are gone all week on a vacation," I said. "That's kinda like time off for me."
We laughed and decided it actually might be better than a vacation.