the last day is always the longest

so our vacation starts tomorrow (even though we aren't leaving for orlando until sunday morning) which means that today was the last official work day before vacay. my day consisted of random jobs, running about, and discussion on what upcoming weddings we were shooting when i got back into town (i work for a photographer). my hubby, on the other hand isn't quite as lucky to have such a simple day of tying up small loose ends and getting ready for the vacay ahead... he is a mgr at a large retail store, his hours vary day to day and week to week so everyday is something different. today his scheduled hours where 9 a.m. until 7 p.m. which is all fine and dandy except for it is now 9:33 p.m. and the poor guy still isn't home. 12 hr days aren't anything new to him... for that matter neither are 14, 16, or 20 hr days. he works himself to death! he is just one of those guys who tries to do things the right way, give it all that he has, and do right by people which unfortunately isn't the same attitude that some people have which often leaves him (and his huge heart) picking up the pieces of all that is neglected by others. the other thing is that he is really amazing at his job, i mean really good at what he does... i don't say this because i'm biased (which i am) but i say it because he truly is. he is that guy that will sacrifice for the good of the business, put in long hours to make sure that things are taken care of and never expects for anyone else to lend him a hand, regardless of how much or how often he has helped them out. i am so proud of him for the kind of man he is, for the sacrifices he makes daily to provide for our family, it is beyond amazing to me how he does it sometimes. anyway, i digress, i just prayed that today would be a day that he would actually get off work on time (which he never does) and get to come home and relax for a little while, soak in the idea that he doesn't have to lift a finger at work for the next 9 glorious days... but... that doesn't seem like it is going to happen for him tonight. so back to the point... why in the world is it that the last day of work before a vacation seems to last an eternity? i mean whether you actually have to work a full day or just have a few things to get done before you walk out of the office, it always seems like it drags on hours longer than normal. wow... i sound like the biggest whiner. anyhow, the point is, (if there is a point) that we tend to live in the moments that we want to be in and magnify the negativity of those moments that we would rather pass somewhat quickly. if we really sat down and looked at the "last day at work" before vacay, it may have been slightly more stressful because you have to tie up those loose ends and make preparation for the time you will be out but is it really that much longer than a normal stressful day? the answer is yes... and its awful. i worked really hard to convince myself that our minds make it worse, and to some extent they do but in all actuality it sucks. well, now that i have ranted and raved i will get off my soap box and wait patiently for my sweet hubby to walk in the door, all the time knowing that i will have him all to myself, well myself and little man, for the next 9 days and that is a fabulous feeling:)