I’m home. Our trip was great after that first crazy night. It was possibly one of the best vacations I have ever taken. I want to go back. Now.
I came home and the goddess had not been touched by soap since I left. No brush had caressed her tangled golden tresses in days. Her toes were dirty.
Tim and Josh had cleaned the basement (hooray), but laundry was mounded everywhere. How much clothing can you go through in five days? Apparently a lot. Every available surface is cluttered with something; either mail or newspapers or dirty dishes.
Tim and Josh rented an “R” rated movie while I was gone and watched it, possibly corrupting Josh for life. It was a bloody movie about a shooter. I believe it was called “The Shooter”. Great, one more thing to worry about when he goes to high school. Wasn’t the Barney Movie available instead?
The pantry and refrigerator have been ravaged. Empty boxes all OVER the pantry! Just once I would like for someone to take the last item and then thoughtfully REMOVE the box from the pantry. All the good Oreos are gone. (They have a new product, a soft cake-like oreo stuffed with creme….so good!!!) No milk, no bread, no juice, no nothing. It’s like a plague of locusts came through the kitchen, leaving emptiness in their wake.
So now I get to set it all to rights. I must conquer the laundry, re-stock the pantry and refrigerator and throw away the empty boxes. Or maybe I’ll just play Pogo and look at my Savannah pictures.