I'm closing in on the final week of my vacation from work, and I've never been more bored in my life. Sure, the mornings and afternoons with the little one are fantastic, but when she naps or goes to bed for the night, I'm finding myself without anything constructive to do. (Hence, here I am.) I've watched so many movies this past week that  don't think I can take it anymore. What else is there to do??????

Has my life really come to this? Am I the guy who is never happy unless he's working? I used to hate work back in the day, although those were mindless know-nothing jobs any moron with two feet and a heart beat could do. Now that I'm in an actual career, the feeling of importance is almost intoxicating...but has it taken over my life?

I've had a blast so far with my kid. We went the park a few times, braved the snow to hit up the kid's museum, shit like that. But, in the back of my head, I kind of wished I was working. Is that normal? I have no problem leaving work at work, but its still hard not to go in each day. (It chews up a fair chunk of my day, afterall.) The house has been cleaned from top to bottom, the "fix-it" projects completed, the Tom Cruise marathon watched. (Bad idea. Never...NEVER EVER... willingly watch three Cruise films in a row. I nearly had a pant-shit attack by the time "Risky Business" finished. Horrible, horrible actor that little man is.) 

I've got five days left of vacation. Any suggestions as to how to walk away from this no-work time that won't make me feel like its been a total waste? Maybe I'm just one of those people who need to be busy at all times; maybe I'm a whiny little bitch with skinned knees...who knows. Either way, I've got five days to kill with no idea as to how to do that.

Thanks for reading. I'm off to clean the kitchen...again.

-The Big Bad