We are back from a magical 8 day Caribbean cruise. It was everything I ever dreamed it would be. June stayed at home- we feel very grateful to have two adoring grandmas who took turns watching her while we were gone. We debated bringing her with us, but in the end felt like it was the type of vacation that would be better with a little baby at home. And we needed some time just us. We've kind of been a mess lately, and I feel like we needed that time together to reconnect and refall in love and remember what it's like to be wild and young and carefree. We spent day after day together and didn't have to worry about making food, cleaning up, waking up, going to work. We kissed and cuddled and napped and played. It felt like a honeymoon. Actually, better than our honeymoon because Larry wasn't there to screw anything up for us.
That being said, I missed June terribly. More than I thought I would, which is saying something because I anticipated missing her like crazy. The second day I had a full on breakdown without her. I couldn't stop the tears. (It didn't help that we had such limited access to her. Couldn't talk or text or facetime. It made it so hard!) It got better toward the middle of the trip only to get worse again the last couple of days. Yesterday I was an absolute mess waiting for lines to leave the cruise ship and airplanes and layovers and endless nonsense just to get back to my Junebug. It's so crazy how your heart expands to include more people in it. Before we had June I never would have guessed that someone could occupy so much space in my heart.
Now at home and with June down for a nap, I am feeling more than ready to get back into the swing of things. It's the weirdest thing about vacation. By the last day I can't wait to just come home and sweep my floor and do my laundry and pay my bills. Isn't that the stupidest? I mean, I hate those things. But then I just can't wait to do them again. Am I the only one like this? I don't know why, but something about coming home and getting back in to the swing of things just speaks to my crazy energetic soul.
My to do list for today:
- Write blog post
- Post a few vacation pictures on insta
- share link for upcoming campaign on facebook (It's this one if you're interested. I feel so lucky and so grateful that sharing and promoting crazy links like that is my job.)
- reply to comments on posts
- Email lady about watches
- blog post for tomorrow
- buy products for upcoming sponsored posts
- Go grocery shopping
- go to library to return books
- get mail/ pay bills
- check work email about teacher meetings
- call kids on the move
- Unload dishwasher
- Load dishes in sink
- Sweep and mop floor
- 10 pages in BOM
- trim plants/ try to work magic on them (I left my vegetable garden in the care of a little neighborhood girl. I came home and the plants are close to death. I tried to hold back the tears because I've worked so stinking hard on those vegetables all summer long, but I guess that's the price you pay if you want to take off for nine days right when the vegetables are ripe for the picking. I'm going to see if I can do some trimming magic and lots of watering and maybe I'll be able to salvage some of the harvest?)
Now tell me, how weird is it that I am totally and absolutely stoked to get working on that to do list? I can't wait to have my house clean! I can't wait to have fresh groceries in the fridge! I can't wait for clean clothes and fresh laundry! I am off for today, but I will give you more vacation details later in the week- I'm planning a fun post on how the world's biggest extrovert and the world's biggest introvert make vacations work for them. Also, tomorrow I will be telling you all the gritty details about my first period in preparation for this campaign coming up. I mean, I know there's nothing you want to know more.