You have a blast on your vacation, playing right up until it's time to go home. Then you wake up, rather unwillingly the next day, usually after only a few hours of sleep, to realize you have a stack of overdue library items you need to get back asap!
Because you're getting tired of single handedly supporting the library through late fees.
Then, since you haven't gone grocery shopping in over two weeks, you find your cupboards are pretty bare and thank your lucky stars that you have enough milk and cereal to feed to your kids for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Then you find that your daughter's t-ball game is really two hours earlier than you had been thinking it was all weekend. And since there are only two games left, and you haven't been to any of them, you decide you need to go to at least one before the games are over. So instead of unpacking all your junk that was just tossed into the living room, you rifle through the pockets searching for essentials, like deodorant, knowing no one would be happy if you didn't a least contemplate using it, leaving everything else there to deal with another time.
Then you haul your five kids to the t-ball game only to see about two minutes of it since you're trying to keep track of three mobile children and a stationary baby.
By the time the game is over, you reflect on your great and mighty wisdom for only putting your oldest child in this year, and thanking her coach profusely for being willing to pick her up and bring her home this whole month.
Then you make the mistake of taking your tired and hungry children into the library with you. By the time the kids are done picking out what they want, the librarian hates you. You can just tell. But you do your best not to yell too loud at the three oldest ones while carrying the baby-laden car seat and quite literally dragging your screaming and crying two-year old back out to the car knowing that everyone you walk by is passing judgement on you.
By the time you get home you're drenched in sweat, exhausted, wishing you could have a vacation from your post vacation experience.
Ah well, what can you do.
We had such a blast this past weekend, I wish we could have stayed longer. It was good for all of us to get away for a couple of days.
I have a gazillion pictures to rifle through so hopefully I can get around to writing all about it soon.
In the meantime, just know that anytime you think I might say or do something a little odd, that I learned from the best.
I mean, come on. Do you know anyone who plays with their cows?
I couldn't quite convince my mom to whoop and holler like she was riding a bucking bronco, but come on, at least she was willing to go for a ride!
And that, my friends, is what makes my parents so stinking awesome.
And someday, I hope to be just like them.
Except you'll never catch my playing with cows and letting them slobber in my hair.
'Cause that's just gross.