At first, my brain goes all medical and I think peripheral vascular disease. I can’t help it…we medical folk LOVE acronyms and therefore we have an acronym for any given combination of capital letters. PVD. CHF. HCTZ. TIA. TPA.
But PVD…Post Vacation Depression. Still slightly medical…however, un-legit in medical dictionaries… is totally for reals in my mind. And I am 100% plowing through it as we speak. I don’t think there is a pill or even therapy for this condition…I think time is the only cure. So true for so many things…But I am treating it with evenings on the patio, iced coffee, and a good book (and I may be slathering on sunscreen just for the smell). It is like mini vacations once work lets out. Oh, work…I don’t mind you come winter…but the summer, I abhor you. I want to sleep and awake with no alarm clock blaring and the sun peeking through the drawn curtains. I want to spend the days putzing about the yard and sitting poolside — or lets face it…splashing about in the pool…I’m the 30 year old doing hand stand contests with your children and possibly/surely splashing them …and cannon balls…yeah that was me. So not sorry.
But, I am an adult and adults work and take week long vacations that seem to pass in seconds and then we trudge back to work…just to count the hours until we can escape and return to mini-vacation mode. So excuse my absence – I was beach bumming it for a bit and now I am trudging through some serious PVD.
And as I am lacing up my running shoes and eating a carrot stick … PVD could also be an acronym for Post Vacation Diet. Oy.