home again, home again, jiggety jig
I climbed into the car this morning with one thing in mind…home. I missed my dog, my chickens, my kids, my bed and my internet (in no particular order). The ride was long, but I was focused. I could get through it knowing there were rewards at the end of my journey.
Ah, home. I had missed it so.
I lugged my suitcase filled with my computer and power cords, my pillow and blanket, and my empty cupcake wrappers into the house and headed to my room and my comfy bed.
My husband has been known to call me a momma bear from time to time, this is true, but I had no intention of putting that to the test today. And my daughter may not have golden hair…or a sweet disposition…but when I stalked into my room to flop into my bed, I was still huffing out the words, “Somebody’s been sleeping in my bed!” And she was still there.
Goldielocks…errrr…my daughter that is. And in all fairness, I did tell her she could sleep in my bed while I was gone. If nothing more than to keep the dog company while I was away. I just never expected her to be there at dinnertime when I got home. But there she was, passed out cold in my comfortable pillows, and even the grouchiest of momma bears will always protect their young. So I left her.
And I went to go watch TV. Surely that would be almost as restful.
If the satellite hadn’t been out, that is. And of course, I would have LOVED to have logged onto the internet, but that was out too, and I was feeling more and more like a grouchy bear by the moment.
Then I discovered my cereal had been eaten. The whole box! And it was the roar heard ‘round the block.
Welcome home, Mom. We ate your cereal, broke your internet, and your TV, stole your bed and oh, yeah the dog tore up the garbage just before you got home. Hope you had a nice trip!
I guess it’s a good book and a bowl of popcorn for me. Good thing I ate well at the wedding.
Until the next time…I’ll be sleeping off my vacation.