I love vacation, I really do. But my goodness, it sure is sweet to sleep in your own bed after a week of sleeping in a strange one. There's nothing like your own sheets and your own pillows, even if you are waking up at 5:30 AM rather than the 8:30 AM you've grown accustomed to after a week of staying up late (is it sad that midnight is considered late for me now?).
I also love coming back to a home cooked meal when all you've eaten are restaurant meals for seven days straight. When I was a little girl and on my family beach vacations, I used to loathe that we only ate out a few times and would make most of our meals instead to save money. How embarrassing for a 12 year old, right? The horror! Lunch meat or PB&J sandwiches for lunch and a big pot of spaghetti or fried chicken and potato salad for dinner was the norm. It was good and cheap and necessary for us to do so in able to afford that week at the beach. And oh, how my parents were right on! Eating out gets old very fast.
Don't get me wrong though, the week off was so lovely. We don't get to see Jon's family very often since they're all in Pennsylvania so it's always nice to spend a relaxing time with them. We had perfect weather the whole week which is rare for us, the bringers of rain wherever we go! We played a lot of putt putt (mini golf) and I'm happy to say that my game has improved tremendously since last year. Either that or they're making the courses easier.
We came home to our wiggly little Lola Bean who was thrilled to see her Mama and Dad and we've been happily snuggling and sharing bacon ever since. So did I have a nice vacation? Yes, quite! But am I happy to be home? Oh, most definitely!
