Two full days at Disneyland.
So much fun.
I’d love to tell you all about it but I’m in a fetal position on my couch and can’t move.
We never left the park.
Never took a break except to sleep a mere six hours.
We were HARD CORE this trip.
My parents were home with the babies so we had to make the most of it.
And make the most of it we did!
Hence the fetal position.
My sister’s flight home just landed and she sent me a text saying “Re-entry is a cruel joke.”
I am so not looking forward to tomorrow.
What? The house needs to be cleaned? Sheets to wash? Bags to unpack? Clothes to fold? Groceries to buy? Therapy sessions to make up? New house decisions to deal with? Homework to catch up on? A two year old to take care of? Emails to answer? 3 newly gained pounds to jog off? Appointments to keep? A to-do list a mile long that I so enjoyed ignoring so that I could sing “It’s a Small World After all…” with my girls a time or twenty?
I will be paying for this trip for a while.
TOTALLY WORTH IT!
Now if I can just muster enough strength to get upstairs to my bed I will be in good shape.
And hopefully have the energy to share more tomorrow.
Glad to be home.