Back to reality

I know it's been awhile, we just got back from a super vacation to sunny Florida and I've been hit with the doldrums big time.  There - sun, sand, no humidity (good hair weather), no bugs, and best of all a whole slew of baby helpers.  Here - rain, mud, crappy hair weather, lady bug infestation and a tick trying to make it's home in my shin, and of course, no baby helpers. 

It's such a weird thing, you plan to go away like 6 months in advance, save the dough, dream of perfect weather, make your lists, shop a little for it, maybe a little mani and pedi, pack the bag, hold the mail, unplug the coffee maker, lock the doors and you are off - you are looking forward, looking forward, looking forward.  You spend the week enjoying, relaxing, laughing, not worrying about a thing, just carefree and loving life.  Every now and then a little flicker happens where you think about home and somewhat look forward to the familiarity, but as quick that flicker arrives, it is gone.  Next thing you know, the end is upon you.  It's inevitable that you are packing a bag of dirty laundry wondering how you got it all to fit, thinking about those piles of emails, voice mails, junk mail and bills waiting for you.  The pit in your stomach starts to form and that bad mood sets in, canceling out all the stress release and relaxation you just experienced, that you worked for and earned. 

Vacation is kind of f'd up isn't it?