Vacation does it truly exist?

First off, I apologize for my rather flippant blog yesterday. You see, after working 16 hours on both July 3rd and July 4th, I was rather psychotic, rambunctious, and crazed. It is amazing how happy one can be when they finally get time off after working so much staring at the same walls, and (for me) dealing with the same belligerent juveniles. Now..... This leads me on to a theory. Granted, I am on my normal days off and not vacation time, but none the less, I was bouncing off the walls. I might add that I also cleaned my house, did my laundry, went grocery shopping, went to work for an hours over time, worked with my horse, and worked with another horse. In the end my need to accomplish tasks left undone while I was working and excitement over having the day off made me rather giddy. However, when I truly think about it, at work I sit behind a desk, talk with some juveniles, direct the juveniles about their tasks and about rules, and I fill out some paperwork. Hmmmm... not to hard, right? While not at work, I run around like an idiot from chore to chore. Why I work harder when I am NOT at work. So, why then do we think we are on vacation at times like this? Why then are we so content and happy about this? Hmmmm....