Coming home from vacation isn't too bad.
I put things in their homes as I brought them into the house. Pillows, blankets, and kids' toys were handed to the children. Trash from the car was thrown away. Drinks from the cooler went into the fridge.
Next, I took care of necessities. I have dishes running (water bottles and stuff from the car) and a batch of laundry in the wash.
I grabbed some homemade chili from my pre-made freezer meals, so we had a real supper in seconds. (90 seconds, to be precise.)
Since I was organized on my vacation and cleaned the darn house before I left even though it almost killed me (grumble grumble), things should be back to normal by the end of the day tomorrow. We will unload toiletries and such as we need them. In the meantime, suitcases are stacked in the same corner where I stored them while packing them.
And since I use my planner religiously (seriously, I even bring it to Mass in case of important announcements), I know exactly what is on the agenda tomorrow and all this upcoming week, and what needs to be done TONIGHT (refill meds into weekly container and plug in cell phone and Nook).
Etcetera.
1 comment:
I love coming home to a clean house. I always hate to do the cleaning, but I always appreciate it when I come home exhausted.
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