Can I go back? I have returned home only to be faced with a mountain of unpacking, a dog that has forgotten that going potty is an outdoor activity, a gastrointestinal disturbance that nearly killed me, and of course, my period. Welcome home, Hilt family, welcome home.
I LOVED being at the beach-we had great weather and got to do all of our favorite things-bike rides, beach, pool, eat, shop, eat some more. Thing 3 ate the requisite amount of sand and got sand in EVERY available crevice (and even some unavailable ones) and the older girls got to go on a pony ride so they had a blast. I didn't get tons of knitting done because I honestly just didn't feel like it and for us, vacation is completely a "have a good time" time so we don't really do much that we don't want to do that week. (Ok, well, I don't really WANT to change diapers and cook dinners or make sure everyone is sunscreened constantly and clean sand out of cracks but there are some limits to the "it's vacation!" justification clause, particularly for Mom) I did do a lot of reading about knitting and reading my knitting mysteries though so it was like I knit vicariously through that. I also made some plans for my retirement to Hilton Head and where on the island I will open up my yarn shop and how I will make a killing off of all the richie golf widows-mwah hah hah hah!! It's all coming together....can I retire at 35?
Anyway, I've got to go change a diaper, do more laundry, get to more unpacking and take some advil. Big day!