Today I'm coming home from the beach. I always have mixed feelings when vacation is over. I'm sure that by this time I will be missing my dogs like crazy. Oh, yeah, and I'll probably miss J too. I will not have seen him since Monday.
I'll walk in the door excited to see all of them. I'll rush into my husband's arms. My dogs will be climbing all over each other to get to me. Molly will bark and whine until I pick her up and snuggle with her a little bit. Max will do this little snort thing that he does when he's excited. I'll rub their ears and talk baby-talk to them.
Then, the post-vacation blues start. You know, the one where you realize that you have to do all the laundry. The one where you realize you have to get ready to go back to work. The one where you remember all the bills that you have to pay and the groceries you have to buy. The one where you are just so tired that you need another week to just sleep.
So, by the end of the day that will be me. Me - wishing I could turn around and go right back to the beach.
(BTW - Daily Post Prewritten - I'm on Vacation!)