Did you miss me?
I’m back from what was surely our very Best Family Vacation Ever, which deserves a post all of its own, and which I will not write at this time because my mental state can be best described as fried. Fried and vacant. I feel the way you might if you had slept five hours last night, rose at 5:00 am to pack up the kids, dog, and minivan, and drove for the entire day, and even though the boys and dog traveled like superstars – no complaining, hardly any “when are we there?” comments, and being good and well-behaved in general – I am walking around in a bit of a daze. I actually screamed a little when I looked at myself in the mirror. It was not a good sight.
Last week I was in a state of pre-vacation frenzy, writing four pages of lists of things to take. “Underwear”! “Dog food”! “Snacks for trip”! Like these are things I could actually forget. But I guess my compulsive list-making paid off because I didn’t forget anything, and I even remembered nice things to have, like wipes in the car and sand toys. So we had a great time and now I’m going to drink some nice wine and maybe watch some really bad television. I think the Bachelorette is on!
I always make huge lists before we travel. It helps, for sure.