Ahhh that fresh smell of a fridge not cleaned out, dinner not cleaned off the table, baby food left open for a week. OK, fine, so the house doesn’t smell that bad, and cleaning out the fridge didn’t require a hazmat suit, but in case you were wondering, if you’re a bit anal retentive I don’t recommend choosing the middle of a crisis to leave like a bat out of hell before even looking around to see if anything was going to say, rot, while you were off celebrating the holidays with your family.
All is well now, the girls settled right into their own beds with almost a sigh of relief. M has already gotten into our bed and since I’m sure my munchkins are going to be on East Coast time for a while I’d better follow suit.
Regular programing resumes tomorrow. Betcha can’t wait!
Welcome back!
The East Coast misses you guys. It even warmed up for you. 47 degrees today!
We miss you – there were tears today from Jack both because he was looking everywhere for C and because he has come down with your plague. There were also tears from Steve when he realized that I am much easier to beat at Wii tennis than M. Come back!
Welome back. Nice when the kids transition easily, both on the trip and to home.
Add: “carpets that are way overdue on being steam-cleaned, a sink full of dirty dishes, floors that need to be mopped BADLY, the inside of a garage that looks as if it could completely fall apart if nudged, and a literal smell of fish in the air from dinner tonight”. I hear ya! Note to self: “maid-service” on next year’s Christmas list.