Feeling the need to vacate after vacation

I woke up this morning angry, jealous and up five pounds from our vacation week. Clothes are strewn all over the house, a bra on the stairs, sweaters and long pants from the cabin are still in our large red suitcase by the front door. I stubbed my toe twice. There is something sticky on the kitchen floor.

My allergies are crazy. I sneeze my head off which makes me sweat, which makes my pants feel tight and I remember that they aren’t tight because of sneezing and sweat but because I am up five pounds because I slurped down pop last week up north like I was drinking beer at a frat party. The insides of my ears itch.

And I couldn’t find my hairspray this morning so my hair is flat.

Hmph.

All I really want to do is sit quietly and still in a cool room, say 74 degrees. I want to sip coffee and let my mind wander. Think what I want to think, push away thoughts about church stuff and my moms group and the memoir I’m working on and the fact that I haven’t made an effort to potty train my four and a half year old yet.

Here are a few things I learned last week on vacation:

1) to some, beer really is a food group
2) Sharing a cabin on a lake with sixteen family members is um, tight, but fun
3) Vacation isn’t vacation for people who have children
4) Although, I do have really great kids
5) An original sibling group of 13 who meet twice a year and every five years for a week long reunion, camping for over 200 people, is amazing
6) Mosquitoes really like blood
7) My husband is a good driver
8) I am thankful we were able to go on vacation. No, really, I am

Sometimes I can be an un-thankful scab. But hey, so can you.