For the first 10 minutes I was back from vacation, I was all “What a refreshing and rejuvenating break!” and “It’s so good to be home!” Then there were 6 messages on the answering machine that needed dealing with, including a call from the Census Bureau who couldn’t understand their own forms and couldn’t imagine a household with more than six people in it and needed to ask if each person in the household including the children had been in prison over the past year, and several increasingly-agitated calls from the swimming lesson people saying I’d filled out the wrong forms (i.e., the ones online marked “2010 Swimming Lesson Sign-up Forms”) and needed to fill out an entirely new batch of forms (“If you go online, you can find them”) which had been newly updated to make less sense and not include spaces for necessary information. And then Rob claimed the word “delegation” wasn’t in the dictionary, and William said he owed us $1.25 and we owed him an allowance and did I have change for a dollar, and Elizabeth knocked over her book stack and needed a spider removed from her room, and all the laundry baskets are full, and there’s a huge pile of mail to go through, and bills need to be paid before the end of the month, and I have several hundred new emails, and I still need to unpack, and I haven’t had dinner yet, and really I feel like turning around and going right back out the door. It’s like that episode of The Simpsons where Marge’s hair is falling out so they get a Mary Poppins type to help out, and everything is WONDERFUL, and then the Mary Poppins character leaves and within minutes Marge’s hair is falling out.
Oh hai I’m back. I had a great time. I will feel happier in the morning!
Well, have any of the children been in prison? Inquiring minds want to know.
I got away this past weekend, and it felt wonderful. And then on Monday, Kate was so upset about separating from me that it made me curse myself for ever leaving her. And yet, all I wanted to do was leave her again. Blerg.
So glad you had a wonderful time!
I got the same census call… Seven people, really? Too complicated? Pffft.
That’ll give you a good night sleep. It sounds like you need another vacation.
Welcome home. Hope you got the Wendys on your return trip (and skipped any airport sprints!)
MWAH! We missed you Swistle, and so did your darling family.
Well, we are feeling blue here, too. Swistle is gone and vacation is over. Sniff.
I always think that coming home would be awesome if it felt just like leaving for vacation. My husband can’t manage to make that happen….hope you settle in soon :)
Coming home sucks! I’m glad you had a nice trip. We need to hear more about it.
I always wish for an “ease-in” semi vaca day before getting back to reality after vaca. Usually not possible:(
I’m glad you had a great trip though!
welcome? home. lol
Welcome home. Hope all that wine on your trip has some lasting, calming effect!
Ah yes. The post-trip letdown always hits me so hard I often think twice about even going away at all because it’s so hard to reaclimate. Example: Jim wants to go to his family’s Canada cottage for Memorial Day weekend. It’s a beach. It’s fun. But then I think about driving and packing and unpacking and all the sandy laundry that will be left for ME to deal with at the end and I kind of just want to stay home and sit in our own backyard.