- At Home
We all know the problem with vacations is that...well...you have to come back from them.
I spent nearly the whole last week in Florida. Sun. Heat. Warm. Florida.
With my in-laws.
Normally, that would make most people cringe but I love my in-laws and we get along very well.
My son and I left a few days before my husband would join us and this meant two things.
My in-laws would be spending quality time with their grandson and I would be spending quality time alone.
Lounging on the dock.
Going for walks.
(Tiny white lie, I read two actual books and two books on my Kindle. You can put the girl in paradise but you can't completely take away her technology. I'm not primitive, people.)
Limited laptop. Limited cell phone. No TV.
And for a person addicted to her "mom boards" and Facebook, this was a big proverbial cord cutting, albeit a temporary one.
But man alive, coming back from a long vacation is brutal. I feel completely out of touch. I was so far gone into relaxation mode that my inspiration pool, my well of future blog ideas, was all but dried up.
I had such big plans to gaze over the river, have a glass of wine and let my conscious flow into a Hawaiian Tropic-scented haze of creativity.
Eh. Not so much.
I think my brain may have actually shut off and didn't produce one thought that wasn't related to the book I was reading or whether I was starting to burn.
As much as this vacation was necessary to ctrl-alt-del my soul, I'm happy to be back in Delaware, where spring hasn't yet sprung but it certainly is trying. Back to routine and normal things, like doing laundry and stress.
Vacations are vacations for a reason. I'm quite certain if I lived my life the way I did the past five days (with constant free childcare, at the drop of a hat), I wouldn't really do anything productive, other than burn calories from long walks and check books of my reading list.
So basically, I would be healthy, tan and well-read.
Psssh....who am I kidding? That sounds fantastic.