Why does planning a vacation
Panic me so much
And have me moping?
Anticipating lots of leisure
Shouldn’t leave me weak.
But I’m so constructed
That even pleasure
Takes exhausting preparation:
Endless phone calls
Making each reservation,
Anxious hours calculating
A way to pay for relaxation,
Plus checking lists, finding
Luggage, laundering, packing,
Stacking, loading, leaving,
And then the ten-hour drive,
Hoping we arrive alive.
I know a vacation is a treat
That I should treasure;
But for me it’s such hard work
I’ve learned to factor in
A day to recover
When vacation’s over
And I’ve returned.
