Crashing and burning...

Just the thought of going back to work tomorrow is making me sick. Literally. It’s all psychological. But I’m feeling woozy. I'm depressed. I'm feeling stressed. I really feel sick. Really sick! I can’t stand it. I spent a whole week and then some with the kids which was way better than going to work.

In the past three days they did some water color painting. We made gross drinks with the Dr. Dreadful Demented Drink Lab. Bella drank anything we made. Jake was a little picky. I thought they were all gross but I had to try all the experiments. We watched A Shark’s Tale, Shrek 2, Toy Story 2, Sandlot and the Rose Parade. We played video games and ate tons of cereal. It was awesome. Most of the week I was sick. Thankfully the last three days I had enough energy to keep up so-to-speak.

Today I woke up with a really bad neck ache so I went to the Westfield Mall (known to us as Eagle Rock Plaza) to get a massage from the Chinese Masseuse soliciting their services in front of Target. It was awesome. But it didn’t solve the problem. I was good to go for about three hours before my neck started to ache again. I doubt I’ll get a good night’s sleep as I dread my alarm clock going off in the morning. It’s horrible.

I guess this whole vacation is coming to an end. With no real highs, except for Christmas, and the really big low and my crash and burn come tomorrow morning as I make my way in the rain, on the 101 freeway, to my dreaded job. Oh well.

C'est La Vie -