I hate leaving vacation. I am famous for last day blues. I tend to mope around the last day in total “cut off my nose to spite my face” style. This last day is particularly blue. I feel like this week of beach vacation is the first time, in a long time, I have really enjoyed my babies.
Of course, we have laughter and good times on a daily basis. I am clearly aware of how wonderful each of them is and how lucky I am to be with them even in the normal routines of life. And don’t get me wrong, I have had plenty of moments this week where they drove me absolutely nutty, but overall, I have thoroughly, completely, wholly- enjoyed them. I believe the reason is because we had nothing else to do but slow down and just be.
There were no errands to run. There were no boxes to unpack. There was a very weak Internet signal that was easy to ignore. There was nothing to do at our little beach bungalow but hang out and really notice one another.
We laughed. We snuggled. We read books. We watched Animal Planet. We rode waves. We played arcade games and ate Boardwalk Ice Cream. We just lived-together-with no distractions and it was glorious. My kids are fantastic company. I am so happy that I had a week to be reminded of that.
I hate leaving vacation.
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