Recovery Period

So, it took me about 3 days to recover from jet lag.  Really awful when coming back.  At least when you are on the way you have adrenaline and excitement working for you.  Once home, the mystery is gone!  The first night back I slept for 12 hours!  Thanks to Tom who had been a rock star for this whole thing.

It's a week later and I'm back in the groove.  I yell at the kids again and the house is still a wreck but overall I feel rejuvenated.  It's nice to get in touch with myself again.

Honestly - no time!

I know, I know.  The blog thing was a bust!  I honestly didn't have a spare minute!  I got up by 7:00 in the morning left the hotel, and went to bed after midnight - every night!  I need a vacation from my vacation!  Anyway - had a great time and will post more pics as soon as I put them together.  This is just to prove I was actually there...

I'm all packed!

I'm all packed up and ready to go.  Why is it when I go on a trip somewhere (anywhere) I feel like I have to take everything I own?  Like there aren't stores where I am going?  Heaven forbid I don't pack Advil because I certainly won't be able to buy it in the backwoods of London!  I did leave the kitchen sink at home.  Since I don't plan on doing any dishes while I'm gone, I figured it could stay.

The Countdown Begins

Well, it's Friday morning, July 3rd and I've packed at least once today.  Hopefully I won't unpack and repack in the next 3 days before I leave.  How in the world does one person need to carry around so much stuff?