There are fat ton of things I don’t like about coming home from vacation. The laundry. Going through all my work emails. Grocery shopping because there isn’t a blessed things to eat in the house. Dealing with my very needy cats who just want to snuggle at 2 am right on your chest. Getting the sand out of my car.
But the thing I dislike the most is how much I miss my family when we get home.
While we’re on vacation, there is no schedule and no stress about bills to pay or calls to return. It’s just fun- you sleep until the kids wake you up, you spend your day at the beach, the kids nap for 2 hours, then you go back to the beach, eat ice cream for dinner and let the kids stay up much, much later then is smart. And you have a wonderful time doing so! You have no choice but to spend almost all your waking hours together and magically everyone gets along. The kids are at their best and there are no time outs (well…almost none) or fits thrown.
And them…bam! It’s over and you’re back to the hustle and bustle of real life. Schedules and bedtimes and to-do lists that don’t include “dig for sea shells” or “sleep late” on them. Thankfully the life we had to return to is a good one, but it still doesn’t mean I don’t miss the magic of the beach.
Good thing I still have 400+ photos to go through to remind me of the fun we had. 😉