by "here" I don't really mean in the picture, although that could relate
by "here" I mean here at our house, since returning from our too-good-to-be-true trip to Sunshine Land
the Real Story of our vacation is this:
we had an an incredible time, we held hands, we walked on the beach, we laughed at tacky tourist shops and scantily clad grandparents, we ate some AMAZING food that we paid an AMAZING (high) price for, I had time to shower, shave, and apply lotion every day (imagine that!), we thought about no one but each other, we both got terrifically sea sick for the first time in our lives, I remembered what it was like to have one sole person encompass my universe, we saw miles of dead jellyfish and I vainly attempted to return one of them to the sea, we did not fight, we had several uninterrupted, meaningful conversations about something other than children, we laughed, loved and learned more about each other
the Real Story of our return is this:
I was nauseated from the plane, Marvin was tired, the kids were delighted, we were glad to be home, then the tears came. Hysterics, actually. From all three of them. Pertaining to lack of sleep in their own beds, relief, and the inability to wait another second for their souvenirs.
Now that the pandemonium is all over with, and I am no longer craving solitary, sunny, seaside bliss, we are eagerly working forward toward the end of May, when we go to visit THEM!!
We have about 5 weeks left of our regular curriculum, and will finish up right before we leave.
In the meantime, I'm enjoying our early warm weather, planning a 9th birthday party, starting on a quilt, and organizing shorts and T shirts...and blogging!