Since we got home, I've unpacked all the suitcases, washed and put away four loads of laundry, washed three more loads of laundry just for grins, did some straightening around the house (like shoveling while it's still snowing), gone to the grocery store, and cooked three actual not-too-shabby-honest-to-goodness dinners for the Circus. I've also wiped my son's butt far too many times after poopy accidents this weekend. The boy who did not poop once the entire time we were on vacation (a full week), has moved his bowels once every two or three hours since we got home. That wouldn't be so bad if he would actually poop on the toilet, but he doesn't. Yet. Someday he will. I hope.
I'm sorry, what was I saying?
Oh, and I've sorted through the first two days worth of pictures taken during our vacation. I'm still in awe at the scenery. (Some photos of our time in Colorado have been posted to Flickr)
I've also spent some time over the last couple of days napping and fighting off migraines. I'm grateful that the headaches happened AFTER we returned (same with the pooping boy) so that I could be miserable in my own home.
Monday, however will be quite the change in what has become my routine. No more sleeping past 9am and napping in the afternoon for me. A fact that I find very sad indeed. But, alas, one must earn a living now and then to pay for such lovely vacations. Or so I've been told.
Paid Time Off, how I will miss thee.
And now back to our regularly scheduled life, already in progress...