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.

By the numbers.

3 years of planning

427 days of actual 'countdown'

17 friends

1 big boat

7 days at sea

16 lbs of chocolate consumed (maybe per day!)

8 hours of uninterrupted sleep each night

2 children staying with grandma and grandpa

1 handsome man making it all happen

How about you? What are your numbers?

Here's hoping you don't have to wait 427 days to Get Away.