We returned from our vacation this past weekend with solid reminder of what real life feels like, because we really hadn’t been experiencing real life at our little cabin by the sea in Carmel. Babies (who are really toddlers) weren’t teething. People (at least not us) weren’t working. Pugs weren’t lonely. And the rain was not anywhere to be seen.
Now we’re home and there’s certainly a feeling of comfort and joy (not in a splashy holiday way, but more in a “I love my bed and I forgot about my boots” type of way). You know?
I took hundreds upon hundreds of photos and I’ve had a few moments here and there to look at them and they make me feel so happy. We’re not the same people in those photos – we can’t be. Are we that lucky? We are.
I’m holding on dearly to the version of me that I discovered on vacation, I’m forcing Barry to maintain his “Vacation B” persona as well. We’re better people that way and it makes settling back into real life at a slower pace easier because teething, working, lonely dogs and rain are just not cool. Not at all.
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“You are drawing on me again! I can feel it! You’re drawing on me again!”
That’s what I’m hearing right now between Barry and Maggie. And Maggie is laughing. She’s got a bunch of pens dumped out on top of him. This is the first time in almost two days that she hasn’t had a fever or been super grumpy and so getting drawn on isn’t half bad. We’ll take it.
But that means that instead of writing and photo sharing, I’m going to go and see about all those pens scattered about and the giggles coming from Maggie’s mouth.
The photo series of Maggie in the blue hat are from the day before we left on our trip. The one below is two days later after we drove (with piles of puke in our car) and reached our destination…..
