It was a rush on Sunday. We had arrived home late the night before from our trip with the usual airport tale of lots of waiting and delays.
No one was particularly happy to be home.
Vacation was good.
No maid was coming to make my bed this morning. No swimming pool sat outside waiting for the kids first dip. No sailboat pulled up on white sand ready with ocean breezes for my next adventure.
We were home.
I needed to unpack the kids’ suitcases. There were loads of sandful laundry. The grocery store run needed to be done. A mountain of mail that had amassed required attention. Don’t get me started on all the email I missed…
I needed a vacation from returning from vacation.
I picked up my phone and watched the Story of our visit to St. Thomas:
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It was a rush on Sunday. We had arrived home late the night before from our trip with the usual airport tale of lots of waiting and delays.
No one was particularly happy to be home.
Vacation was good.
No maid was coming to make my bed this morning. No swimming pool sat outside waiting for the kids first dip. No sailboat pulled up on white sand ready with ocean breezes for my next adventure.
We were home.
I needed to unpack the kids’ suitcases. There were loads of sandful laundry. The grocery store run needed to be done. A mountain of mail that had amassed required attention. Don’t get me started on all the email I missed…
I needed a vacation from returning from vacation.
I picked up my phone and watched the Story of our visit to St. Thomas:
It was a rush on Sunday. We had arrived home late the night before from our trip with the usual airport tale of lots of waiting and delays.
No one was particularly happy to be home.
Vacation was good.
No maid was coming to make my bed this morning. No swimming pool sat outside waiting for the kids first dip. No sailboat pulled up on white sand ready with ocean breezes for my next adventure.
We were home.
I needed to unpack the kids’ suitcases. There were loads of sandful laundry. The grocery store run needed to be done. A mountain of mail that had amassed required attention. Don’t get me started on all the email I missed…
I needed a vacation from returning from vacation.
I picked up my phone and watched the Story of our visit to St. Thomas:
Good article. I will be experiencing some of these issues as
well..