It’s Sunday afternoon, the last hours of spring break. You know you’ve had a working vacation if …

… your house is so dirty it would take days of cleaning to get it set right.

… your garage door opener hasn’t been working for weeks and you haven’t done anything about it.

… your security system is on the fritz and you haven’t called them about it.

… you haven’t raked leaves, fertilized, spread mulch or compost, or even taken your over-wintering plants out of the garage (see broken garage door above) even though the weather has been heart-breakingly beautiful.

… your bathtub is clogged and fills with water up to your ankles every time you shower and you haven’t done anything about it.

… your dog really, really needs a bath.

… your eyes are strained and your back is sore from sitting in front of a computer for hours every day.

… you have a stack of papers/exams from each of your classes but you haven’t started grading.

… you have broken all of your eating rules, allowed  yourself to have ice cream and sweets every night as a “reward,” and you are getting fatter every day.

… you been eating out way, way too much because it’s just too difficult to clean the kitchen.

… you can’t even remember what your book is about.

… your spring break is over and you feel more exhausted than you did when it started.

Yeah, it’s Sunday afternoon, the end of the break, I’m still not done with the fucking book and now I’m asking myself the inevitable question of whether it’s all worth it. Worth all the work? Worth the exhaustion? Worth being behind in everything else? Worth not enjoying life?

Gah.