I must say, I haven't welcomed you with open arms. Your arrival means the end of our annual family vacation. Your coming means my hubby's return to work. Ugh to both.
Speaking of annual family vacation. I have almost 1000 photos to sort through, delete, save and edit. That's a lot. More than my little brain can handle today.
I also have laundry to finish. I think I'm on load six right now. I think I can, I think I can.
I can't help but think back to what we were doing last Monday this time. Heaven on earth. I have a serious case of the beach blues. Our beach week is always a blast and always too, too fast.
While I definitely wasn't thrilled for your arrival, it did bring some sunshine. Literally and figuratively. Morgan Kate started dance camp today. And while she was less than excited to get up before 9:00, she had a blast once she got there. She's been dancing and singing since I picked her up.
And by the way, Mr. Monday, I'd be eternally grateful if you slowed your roll a bit. I only have three of you left before my return to work. And then you know the blues will set in. Go slow, very slow. Thanks.