You know how you feel after Christmas and New Year’s is over? Kind of sad, depressed, let down and empty? (Or is that just me?) Coming home from a vacation like the one we were on is just like that. BUT WORSE.
I keep joking that Kile and I are ruined for other vacations now. That our expectations of just how awesome a trip can be has made our usual vacations to visit family in San Jose and Elko that much more… well… lame. It’s not that visiting family is lame. But we now know what a vacation can feel like. And visiting family, as nice as it is, is not a vacation. It’s not activities piled on food piled on adventure. Good, yes. Absolutely fabulous? Not so much.
The bad news is: that’s the sort of vacation we take. We’re not the sort of family that can just take these fabulous family vacations once a year (or even once every five years). It just doesn’t HAPPEN. So I just worry that we’re going to feel depressed when it comes to vacation time now. Because, you know, driving over Donner isn’t the Disney Cruise. Shopping at Walmart in Elko isn’t the Magic Kingdom.
Our longing has been so bad that Kile has been madly researching future vacations that we might (theoretically) take. Right now leading the pack is an Alaskan cruise. It’s fun to play “what if” but I don’t know how realistic going on one of those would be. But, oh boy, would it be awesome.
So life here in Reno has been rather disappointing since we returned. In large part because August sucks.
Remember the venom I used to spew forth in regards to March? Oh, how March was loathed here. But then Evie was born in March. And now it’s a “good” month (I’m still keeping my eye on it though). With the focus off of March, August has stepped into the limelight.
My dislike for August isn’t exactly new. Just like my dislike for March wasn’t a new thing when Jackson died. It just is. And why?
The big reason is Kile’s work schedule. August is a mondo month at the University. And a mondo month for the housing department. It means long hours, working weekends, stress and no days off. It was a REALLY big deal that Kile was able to go on our Disney Extravaganza considering such time off in August is not usual. It makes him crabby. And when Kile gets crabby, I get crabby. And when I get crabby, the kids hide.
Seriously though, it does have an impact on the household. And I count the days until September and things can return to quasi-normal.
Also: August is the month that I had the D&E back in 2005. I had found out that my pregnancy was kaput and was sent on a hellish roller coaster that resulted in our nightly alcohol drinking for the duration of the month, just to get through. (Though come to think of it, I think every August should have nightly alcohol drinking because that wasn’t half bad.) It was bad, that August.
Then there was that August a couple years ago that I was on an emotional roller coaster, unsure of where the ground was. I eventually discovered I was pregnant and that was GOOD, but the emotional fallout from that month continues to haunt me to this day. It was bad. Bad enough that it has changed me in some not so good ways and I’m not sure I can ever be the same person I was before.
Finally, there’s the obvious: the heat. Not a big fan of heat in general, by the time August rolls around I HAVE HAD IT. The days and days and days of hot, hot weather have taken their toll and I’m just plain SICK of it. It makes me crabby to have yet another day of mid to high 90 degree temperatures. On top of everything else, the heat causes extra stress, extra pain and extra orneriness. For instance, right now I’m so ready for fall and fall temperatures that when we had a downright COOL day on Sunday, I almost cried with relief.
We were married in August, which is GOOD. In my opinion, a month like this NEEDS some good stuff. But the anniversary is in the beginning of the month and August doesn’t really start to really suck the big one until the middle to the end of the month.
So yes, our Disney trip was AWESOME this month. And you would think that would be enough to redeem the entire month, at least for this year. But as I see it, the Disney trip was a respite from a shitty month. And even the trip would have been that much more awesome had it taken place in almost any other month. And the coming home from the Disney trip has only served to ADD to the suck that is August.
Basically, I’m a rather disgruntled person and if August knew what was good for it, it’d just hurry up the next seven days and get me the heck to September already.