~ Elbert Hubbard
Truer words have never been spoken.
I've never really had a vacation hangover before. Maybe because I've never really had a real vacation before.
Don't get me wrong. I've had vacations --- the family trips to the Mall of America, camping with the kids in the Black Hills, the Medora Musical. But those don't really count. I'm talking about a real vacation. A vacation without kids.
Brad and I finally had one of those, real vacations.
We spend ten days in Hawaii. It was awesome. Sun, relaxation, history, culture, good food. We even rented a Harley to explore the island of Maui. It was everything a vacation should be.
But ten days was a little too long.
I missed my kids like crazy.
Then there was the tsunami. I seriously hope I never experience another tsunami.
Now, it's back to reality.
As happy as I was to see the kids, I secretly kind of wished I'd have a day to catch up on sleep and unwind before diving back into motherhood.
That didn't happen.
I immediately jumped back into the "mom" duties of cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, giving baths and getting the kids to bed.
I did all this on about three hours of sleep (the time I slept on the airplane doesn't count... that was too uncomfortable to be considered real sleep).
It's good to be home. Vacation was great, a once-in-a-lifetime experience. But home is even better. I love the routine, the normalcy, and the hugs from my four favorite kiddos.
Still, I can't help wishing I could take a vacation to recover from my vacation...and to ease back into the routine that is my life....
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