Re-entry.

Re-entry after a vacation is tricky. Logically, I want to talk with my neighbors, unpack, go thru mail, pay bills, put away clean clothes, mow the grass, grocery shop, wash, dust, spin, pivot and race.

Reality? Yah. Mountains of laundry and a very comfy sofa calling my name. And all I really want to do is go thru pics, relive and relaugh at every sweet moment of an amazing trip.

Who puts the pressure on me to do more and more? Mostly just me. So who can make the choice to do less and less? Definitely me.

Today I am listening to my kids, going for a walk and contemplating scrapbooking.

Laundry Schmaundry.