Why is it that whenever you return from a vacation (this one being childless to boot) it only takes 48 hours for the vacation euphoria to wear off?
Forty-eight hours post such a vacation and already I’ve been to Target, the grocery store, done umpteen loads of laundry, changed a number of indescribably smelly diapers, cooked dinner, AND got the dry cleaning. (Notice, blogging was not listed in the above. No time to blog when there are real things to be done in the house.)
I’ve gone from somebody’s wife who stayed up late every night drinking wine to somebody’s mother who hasn’t had time to dry her hair since she got back.
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Bet you can’t tell which one was taken before I went on “vacation.”
It feels like I never left.
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ahem where is that interview you were going to do of me I NEEED MY EXPOSUREEEE :p
cheers
Panditha the male nanny (call me a manny and ill make you watch barney till you yell THE HORROOORRR!!)
I’m guessing the one with headband, love it, is post vacation? I see a remnant of a vacation smile perhaps – oh I long for that smile in my life again soon. But the more I look at the pictures, I could be wrong…the smile could be the pre-vacation kind…which I would love to be wearing!