yawning..

Wow. I am tired.

It has been a hectic couple of weeks, with illnesses, grandpa-care, and VACATION. My vacation went about like this: Load up the car and drive for 6 hours. Get lost a few times and almost-collisions a few more. Pick up Karin from the airport, get some dinner, go to bed, wake up sick. Wander around Ikea in a foggy confusion, followed by a trip to the doc in a box. (Wait, stop right there, you say. You got sick on your vacation?? That's right, people. If there is a way to screw up a vacation, I will find it.) Take antibiotics, shop some more, drop Karin back off at the airport, and drive back home. It wasn't all bad. I got to see Karin and finally meet baby Preston. I got to spend some QT with seester. I got to spend most of 4 days not taking care of anyone but myself.
Historically, I do not have good luck with vacations. I don't know why I would expect anything else. I generally need some time to recover from vacations. It's sad, really.
I came home to a spectacularly clean and organized house. It was a little depressing to see how much better they function when I am out of town. I am not exactly sure how Josh managed this feat, but I am going to ask questions. And I am going to take notes...
Thank you, Megan, Karin, and Michelle for tolerating my whining, and for joining me on a weekend away from children. And for sharing my germs. I hope you are not all sick now...