Home again…

 

I really want to tell you the story about the time I chased down the airport shuttle and scared the mess out of 14 passengers.

My lungs burned for two hours after said chase.

But I made that shuttle and made it home at 1 in the morning instead of 3.

Well worth the almost myocardial infarction.

But that story will have to wait.

Because I am dealing with this:

Unpacking.

And then re-packing.

5 days gone. 3 days home. Then 3 days gone.

My kids are troopers. As is the husband.

AS IS THE HUSBAND.

And exercise???

I throw my head back in laughter.

*throws back head in laughter*

I did do a few push ups today…

And when I say “a few”, I am being literal.

Literally literal.

A few.

3.

MAYBE 4.

I returned from Blissdom at 1 – Monday morning. My head hit the pillow by 2 (4 a.m. Nashville time *insert bloodshot eyes here*). I was out of bed by 6…

I took the kids to breakfast before school on account of the fact I hadn’t seen them in 5 days and just wanted to soak them up a little before sending them away for 7 hours…

Disclosure: It took 5 tries to get this shot. Between a Lucy who never stops moving, a mom with bloodshot eyes, and older siblings who won’t get within 2 feet of each other… YEAH. 5 tries.

By 2 p.m. I got a call from the school.

Sick kid.

Even when she’s sick, she’s adorable…

I asked Lucy if she missed me so badly that it made her sick. She smiled and nodded… 101 degree fever and all.

At one point in the day, a woman who saw me offered her observation on my appearance, “You need to go home and take a nap!”

I was all, “Thank you! I FEEL like going home and taking a nap! I’d like to hear that again sometime!”

She had every reason and right to suggest a nap. She was acting in the best interest of the public. Just call me Undead.

And then there’s Kevin…

 

He follows me like my shadow even when I haven’t been away.

SO IMAGINE the homecoming…

I’d like to think all the attention is because he thinks I’m so great.

But he’s probably just hoping if he gives me a good enough sad face, I’ll give him a bone.

He’s totally right.

But I swear… I could hardly get clothes from the washer to the dryer today.

We should have names him Underfoot.

He’s worse than a toddler. Toddlers aren’t as hairy.

And most toddlers only have two legs.

And no tail.

So…

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