I’m Getting Up In 8 Minutes


We went to the seaside on Saturday. I felt faintly nauseous on the fairground rides, played football poorly on the beach and snapped 1,479 family photographs. It was relaxing, liberating and stimulating in equal measure; to down tools, shake off the shackles and commence my long awaited summer vacation in epic style. Time alone with the family, away from the rat race of life. My holiday had begun.

Except it hadn’t.

It’s Monday morning. 6:37 a.m. to be precise. How do I know this? Well, because I’m eyeing my alarm clock with growing unease as it inexorably creeps towards 6:45 when I’ve grandly informed myself I’ll be getting up and going to work. My holiday doesn’t actually start until Thursday and three days of working joy lie between myself and freedom for two weeks. Two weeks which feel like two years.

I jumped the gun on Saturday, false started and have now sheepishly trudged back to the start line with the watching crowd glaring disapprovingly at me. I have to get up and, horror of horrors, shave and don work clothes. You know, a nice suit, tie and proper shoes. They might as well have been slipping me into a cozy straitjacket for the foreseeable future, such is my lack of enthusiasm for this Monday morning transformation.

And it’s not just any Monday morning. It’s the Monday morning before I finish work for two weeks. Which means I have to work doubly hard, making sure everything is ship shape before my departure. The alternative is worrying about tasks I haven’t completed when I’m on annual leave, which kind of defeats the purpose of the entire exercise. There are e-mails to draft, reports to compile, conversations to be had.

I’m getting up in 3 minutes.


Published by Fractured Faith Blog

We are Stephen and Fionnuala and this is our story. We live in Northern Ireland, have been married for 17 years and have three kids - Adam, Hannah and Rebecca. We hope that our story will inspire and encourage others. We have walked a rocky road yet here we are today, together and stronger than ever. We are far from perfect and our faith has been battered and bruised. But an untested faith is a pointless faith. Just as a fractured faith is better than none at all. We hope you enjoy the blog.

34 thoughts on “I’m Getting Up In 8 Minutes

  1. From what I can tell, Europeans have much longer and nicer holidays than Americans in general. Maybe that will make you feel better. Lol! Happy Monday!


  2. Hope you made it to work! I feel like I have the same thoughts most mornings. What helps me is thinking about one thing I am excited for about the current day. Whether it is trying a new coffee or going out to eat with a friend.


  3. I’m reading this during my morning break and you’re almost done for the day. Keep going! You’ve got this. Thursday is coming:) Have a terrific vacation.


  4. Oooh a holiday! Or ‘vacation’ now that I’m over the other side of the water. I’m very excited for you. Quick! Finish those emails, tidy your desk, delegate, delegate, delegate and bounce off with a skip and a jump on your holiday. (And erm, turn off your phone – nothing worse than a husband sending emails when the family want to play cards/scrabble/monopoly/twister/risk/ … delete as appropriate.) 🤓


  5. I’ll be feeling the same way when beginning of September rolls around and I anxiously await my first trip to Ireland! The last week and day of work will DRAG, I’m sure!
    Have a wonderful vacation!


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