EEK. I just requested time off for our vacation in August (our REAL vacation, not to be confused with the Fake Vacation I'm taking in two weeks to stay at home by myself). Dates have been set. Lake Tahoe, here we come. Please go ahead and put out those wildfires before we get there. K, thanks.
Why do I always feel guilty requesting time off? It's not like I don't have twenty-six days of vacation time saved up. Still, I feel like a giant slacker whenever I ask for time off. This is the same slacker feeling that keeps me from calling in sick when I truly feel awful. Because, you know, I'm better off sitting in my office like a zombie than using the twenty-two sick days I have accrued. What, I might get the bird flu and need those days! Plus, I hate calling in sick. And I also hate requesting vacation time, as it turns out.
Actually taking that vacation time, however, I'm totally fine with. I am not sure which vacation I'm looking forward to more -- Fake Vacation, where I'll have a week to myself to compulsively clean the house, work on The Wall, finish painting the bedroom, and possibly watch some Law and Order reruns (all of which will be done in sweats, sans bra) or the Real Vacation, where we'll be hiking in Lake Tahoe and seeing ghosts in Virgina City and winning big on the slots in Reno. It's really a toss up. I'll let you know which one wins when I get back from Tahoe.
I think I'll do this every summer. Real Vacations and Fake Vacations are equally important. From now on, I'm taking one of each, every year. Yes. That sounds nice.
In other news, Operation Detox is going extremely well -- let's hope I didn't just jinx it. Last night I fell asleep before midnight, and I slept straight through until 4:30am. This is big progress! Then I went back to sleep until 7am. Woohoo!
Also, when I went to sleep, Max was in the cat bed. When I got up at 4:30, Madison was in it. When I got up at 7am, Henry was in it. That's right: ALL THREE CATS SLEPT IN THE CAT BED LAST NIGHT. Cat bed was NOT a waste of $17! Edited to add: Just to clarify, all three were not in the bed at the same time. They do not like each other THAT much... yet. Plus, it's physically impossible, because Max hardly fits in the bed by himself. Must put Max on diet.
All is right with the universe.