You are feeling sorry for me already, aren't you? Not.
Seriously, why is it so hard to come back from vacation. The idea that we come back all relaxed and refreshed is totally false.
I came back tired. Well, okay, we had a 13 hour drive home, in one day, that took 14-1/2 hours because of end of weekend traffic here in Washington.
I ran four times while on vacation. Now that I'm back I can't find even the smallest morsel of desire to lace up my shoes.
I'm bloated from vacation food. While the scale only shows a pound or two (that I know would fall right off if I laced up those running shoes and took them out for a few spins), it feels more like five. Or eight. Maybe ten.
I was vacationing in the land of hot days and air conditioning. Now I'm in the land of hot days and no air conditioning, which makes the nights kinda hot and uncomfortable. The night we got home, my house was 84 degrees inside after being shut up for the hot day(s).
Work? Oh please, no one wants to go back to work.
Home means acting like a responsible adult. Boo hoo.
Oh, and we left our son with his grandparents. From there he'll fly to Oregon and spend four days on the coast with his girlfriend's family. So now I miss my son, too. And I'm a teensy bit jealous that his vacation continues.
BUT... we had an great time. I'm back. And soon to be back in the blogging mode. Just as soon as I lace up those running shoes... here I go... now... really... I'M GOING!