The vacation ritual
In the years past, it has become a ritual time after time again. The night before we leave for a trip abroad, we sleep in late to get things cleaned up, and get up early to catch one of the first trains of the day, thereby ensuring an early arrival at our destination.
Yesterday should’ve been an exception to that. The house already was reasonably clean, I didn’t have to go to work the week before, and on top of that, the trip only lasts three days. But I suppose a ritual cannot be easily broken. The final packing and the last bits of cleaning were postponed, and postponed again. We had our minds set at getting into bed at 10 pm, allowing a massive seven hours of sleep.
Instead, I was really busy cleaning at 10 pm, and still had to clean the bathroom, get some loose stuff off the floor to avoid kitty puke on it upon our return. Still, we managed to tear our ritual apart a little further. Although we were about an hour and half behind on our desired schedule, we managed to get in bed before midnight. And that, actually, was a first. A welcome change from falling asleep at two, and being woken by an alarm at four.
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