Last night I returned home from a 4-day girl’s weekend. (Well, it was a Sunday – Wednesday, does that make it a week beginning?)

It was a fabulous trip to Napa that I will be writing about all next week to fill you in on my decadent wine and food gluttony, but for now, I am just happy to be home, back to the normalcy of my house with Dave and the kids.

Even though when I walked into my bedroom I was greeted with this…

Guess what I’ll be doing today

And then I went to the kitchen and found that all the sports water bottles I washed on Saturday night and left in the sink were still there. Because apparently I’m the only one who knows how to put them away. Funny, everyone seems to know where to find them in the cupboard when they need them. (I would have put them away myself before I left, but I had an early flight on Sunday morning.)


At the beginning of the week I was making new connections and meeting new friends. I was tasting wine paired with gourmet food and cheese starting at 10:30 in the morning until 9:00 at night and eating four-course five-star meals (and have the extra five pounds to prove it). I had a king-size bed and four big pillows All. To. Myself.

I could get used to this!

And it was all so wonderful.

But today… that glamorous life is over.

Today will be filled with unpacking and laundry. Cooking and cleaning up messes. Catching up on my work and fighting over Marley’s homework.

It’s back to the grind. Back to normal. Back to my real life. (Did I mention the laundry?)

And though it doesn’t make sense on paper (or computer screen), as wonderful as Napa is, it seemed a little bit like Oz.

And like Dorothy said…

There’s no place like home.

4 thoughts on “Home

  1. Haaaaaaaaa. FUNNY.
    that clothes basket looks like mine. Damn those people.
    The wine and cheese looks DElish.
    Sometimes reality SUCKSsss.
    …but it is nice being home, isn’t it? Xxxxx LOVE uuuuuuuuuuu.

  2. Don’t you just love leaving reality for a few days, only to be bitch-slapped by reality when you return. When I get a harsh reality bitch-slap like that it makes me want to run away from home again. And again. And again.

    By the way, in case you didn’t know, laundry and domestic duties SUCK!!!!!!! Just in case Dorothy from Oz never told you that. Although Dorothy was just a young girl who didn’t have kids or a husband (only Toto), so her advice on “there’s no place like home” is basically ridiculous to a married, stressed-out woman. To the married woman with kids, there are other places we prefer than home. I can think of a zillion other places off the top of my head. 🙂

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