This is how I feel after 3 cities in one day. Help me. or bring me a a drink…
It’s currently 8:45 pm and I am sitting here in an old as anything bathrobe (that I keep meaning to donate) and my hair is in a wet tangle down my back because I can’t muster up the energy to dry it. Today was the day the we had breakfast in Tampa, lunch in Orlando and dinner in Jacksonville. I’m exhausted. Four and a half hours in the car, six hours in Epcot in the broiling sun, and then finally (finally!) home after nine days away. My house never looked better. Spacious and clean and enough room to spread out and have some time alone. I get to put the same clothes I wore for the whole trip in the laundry basket (good riddance!) and wake up tomorrow and have choices. It’s the little things, I think?
The kids are thrilled to be back, playing alone in their rooms, happy as clams to be here. Our home. Yet this is only our home for another seven days before the movers come. Seven days left to enjoy our little place that had meant so much to us. Seven days to play one last time in this house of ours that had brought us joy, and love, and two babies, and so much more.
So, I’m going to bed. I have three magazines fresh from the mail (yes!), and a Jewelmint delivery to open and a fresh pot of coffee brewing tomorrow at 7am.
I am home and I am happy.
P.S. Regularly scheduled style posts coming back Friday, in case you were wondering:)