Vacations are great. I love them, who doesn’t? But they all have to end at some point. And with the end of vacation comes more fun stuff. There’s laundry, laundry and more laundry. I know there are five of us and we were gone for a week, but wow. Three full loads so far and I haven’t even hit the kids stuff (and they’re the messy ones).
Then there’s helping ween my kids from the vacation drug. That means getting them back into a routine: getting up early, eating at regular times, going to bed early, having some quiet time. But like weening from all drugs, the symptoms of withdrawal aren’t pleasant.
Let’s not forget emptying the refridgerator of all the green fuzzy stuff that use to resemble food and grocery shopping for new food. And by grocery shopping I mean taking three tired kids who are coming down from their vacation high and trying to grab a food item between breaking up fights or stopping my son from hurdling cereal boxes or listening to my youngest screaming for Mickey Mouse to save her (and she can scream loud).
And if that wasn’t enough, my son decides to kick it up a notch. As I’m picking out fruit with my oldest, my son decides he’s hungry. But instead of telling me so I can maybe buy him a snack, he decides to take a bite of a pear on the fruit stand. He doesn’t it up to take a bite, but instead leans down and bites it while it rests on the fruit stand (not once but twice before I catch him).
Then at home he decides to swing his housecoat from his ceiling fan by his Spiderman’s web and knocks a picture on the floor, shattering the glass.
All I can say is thank goodness this day is over. Only seven more days before school starts. Hopefully we’ll all survive.