I absolutely
live for my holiday, but totally
HATE the build up to it.
Does that sound strange?
I get all excited when we book our holiday, and bore everyone rigid going on and on
about it for a few weeks!
But as the holiday gets nearer - ooooooooh
I get myself so wound up - stupid I know but...:que
I think it's because I have so much to do - like all of us have do.
(And we put more on ourselves too, don't we? Like cleaning the house from
top to bottom "so any burglars can see we keep a clean house" to quote my husband!)
I just get so, so stressed about it all - daft I know bit I just can't help it.
Luckily, my family are used to me now, and just ignore my panics/rants etc.
But as soon as that front door shuts behind us, and we are on the way to the airport,
I'm right into holiday mode!