As it turns out, transitioning back to normal life after vacation is no walk on the beach. (See what I did there?)
Within 24 hours of walking back through the front door and dropping our suitcases on the floor, Micah dropped a deuce in his pants....twice. We struggled to let the dog out because the mosquitoes swarmed around him as if he were some sort of magnet and I would up swatting at the buzzing little demon for the next twenty minutes. Instead of the sand between my toes, I stepped on a stray Lego.
And the laundry. Oh my word, the laundry.
But I quickly became intoxicated all over again by Thomas' giggle when I tickle his belly. The way Micah's cheeks get all red when he gets frustrated is equal parts infuriating and adorable. And then there's my Isaiah, my little mini-me. He's attached himself to me tighter than I've seen in recent memory.
But gracious, am I exhausted.
I have a ton to write about our vacation, from the beautiful sights to the food that caused me to gain seven pounds in a mere five days. Oh yeah, you heard me right. Seven pounds.
Totally worth it!