I’ve had a great holiday surrounded by great friends but I have to be honest I have been in a serious funk since the destruction of our Vegas vacation (read more about that disaster here). I have been sad, depressed, and at times a little weepy and I finally realized what was going on. Turns out our trip to Vegas was a little more than just a trip to Vegas, it was supposed to be our anniversary trip celebrating our 13th wedding anniversary.
Our anniversary came and went like every other day – better half went climbing, I got stuff down around the house that needed done, we went out to dinner (nothing fancy just eating so we didn’t die of starvation), we came home and promptly went our own ways getting ready for the week ahead – just like every other day. The glimmer of hope was that in a few short weeks we would have three uninterrupted days together without the crap of the real world – no dogs to medicate, no laundry, no cleaning, no work…heaven! Then our trip was unexpectedly cancelled and we headed home and were immediately sucked back into our normal routine.
Even when we said we wouldn’t go back to the same exact routine here I am exactly three weeks from our 13th wedding anniversary and my better half is out climbing and I am getting stuff done around the house as we get ready to head back to work. Our “vacation” has consisted of getting up, medicating and feeding the dogs, better half going and getting some sort of exercise (me being slightly pissed about this because my foot is still injured and I can’t really exercise), doing all the stuff you have to do to keep you house from burning down, meeting up with better half for the planned activity of the day (Thanksgiving dinner, second Thanksgiving dinner, Penn State game, etc.), coming home, going separate ways because we can’t agree on what to watch on tv and we are working on different projects (cooking, knitting, brewing, etc.), going to bed, sleeping, getting up, and repeating. I don’t want anyone to get the wrong impression – I’m not saying we don’t have a happy life and a happy marriage – I love my better half more than life itself. We just have a very predictable life at the moment and I was hoping Vegas would kick us in the ass a little.
I keep telling myself that life happens and there’s no reason to be upset about something as small as a cancelled trip, but I am having a really hard time getting out of this funk. I’m actually hoping that going back to work tomorrow will help to readjust my attitude (it’s a sad situation when you are hopeful that work will improve your attitude). I’m not even exactly sure why I shared all this other than I just needed to get it out so I could process why I was so upset about not going on the trip and to make myself not feel like such a crazy person for feeling this way.
Have you ever been really disappointed by something happening, that in the grand scheme of things, was relatively small?