Today was the second half of my two day hiatus from work.
You know how vacation days are: they sit and collect dust and before you know it, December is here and you’ve got 5 weeks of vacation to use and darn it for some reason no one will approve your leave request to ski in the Alps.
I’m trying to avoid that sort of personal meltdown during the holiday season, so I took off Friday and Monday for my family reunion.
Plus, as my IST would say, I need to take time off from work.
I am terrible, I mean terrible, if you haven’t guessed it already, about pulling myself away from work.
My crystal ball told me that the drive to the reunion with our Beverly Hillbilly stuffed car, much less that Alice In Wonderland hotel room we ended up in would leave me tired on Monday.
And, my husband was supposed to be home today when the kids were at school.
You’re probably thinking the same thing as me-bada bing, bada boom-husband home, no kids, no work. Yee haw!
Except my husband got called to a company training seminar TODAY, of all days.
Okay, scratch the hang-out-with-the-husband plans.
Once the kids left, I started on a Plan B: No husband, no kids, no work. What’s a girl to do?
Well, by noon I had not done a darn thing. I was still in my pajamas.
I guess on a work day when you are trying to relax, doing nothing is just as much of an accomplishment as doing something?
Hell, I don’t know.
All I know is I realized I’d better get moving before kids started coming home from school and I’d burned a PTO day for no reason, and had not a darn thing to show for it.
I just wasn’t sure what to do? Everyone fun was at work!
When all else fails, I call Jason.
I quickly explained my dilema: no good movies, no husband, all girlfriends working and accounted for, help.
His advice? Get a magazine, go to Cru (our local wine bar,) have the Seared Ahi and a glass of wine and HURRY before you hear the bus brakes.
I made a mad dash for the car.
Alas, I arrived at Cru only to be informed they have new hours and wouldn’t let me in until 4 pm. That just won’t work when middle schoolers are piling off a school bus at that same moment.
Okay, onto Plan C. I walked across the street to Tommy Bahamas Restaurant.
Tommy’s is a little pricey, but I was getting desperate to tell people that YES, I DID DO SOMETHING FUN ON MY DAY OFF, EVEN IF I WAS ALONE.
Table for one, I ordered a teeny appetizer and my favorite Tommy’s drink: the Key Lime Martini.
Normally, when I am having Key Lime Martinis at Tommy’s, it’s Friday night with my girlfriends.
I’m not normally at any eatery on a Monday afternoon at 2 pm with a Martini and US Weekly, alone.
And somehow it wasn’t the same with no girlfriends or husband or gossip. Or husbands to gossip about.
I started to wonder if it was too late to retract my PTO day at 2 pm?
And apparently I am not cut out to be a middle of the day drinker.
Half way through that lime and graham cracker crust drink that I normally bow down to on weekends, I was ready to curl up in my booth and take a nap. I didn’t even finish my $11 drink. Yep, you read that right, I let about 1/3 of a perfectly good martini go back.
I wanted to go nite-nite. Right at that moment. If I’d had a pillow, it would have been all over.
I didn’t think falling asleep in a public restaurant booth would go over well, paid the tab, grabbed my US Weekly and came straight home.
I got right back in those pink pajamas, and pulled my covers up to my chin with my magazines until it was time for Middle School football.
Okay so I didn’t go skiing in the Alps.
And no bada bing or any of that goin’ on today.
But I can tell you anything you wanna know about Nicole Ritchie’s new baby, named Sparrow? Or Jennifer Aniston and her new man who I am hoping doesn’t fly off like a sparrow?
I wonder if they will let me have my PTO day back?
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Isn't it ridiculous. We feel like we need to do something really fun on our days off, but the truth is if we could just learn that staying in our pjs, lounging around the house and relishing in the silence is the best way to spend a day off, we would be happier and have less wrinkles. Instead we feel like we have to do something impressive. Impressive is sleeping til 7:30 anything else is just gravy!
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Amen to that sleeping till 7:30 thing. Maybe I should have stopped while I was ahead and stayed in the PJs all day!