I left for BlogHer13 on July 24th and I haven't been home, since.
Okay, so I was home for a whole entire day and a half, before leaving for our first family summer vacation in, well, forever, giving myself enough time to:
- unload my suitcases
- wash clothes
- drop Doofus-Dawg off at his country canine cousins' house
- take my teens shopping for last minute vacation-y sort of stuff
- [deep breath, exhale]
- clean the house
- because, coming home from vacation to a messy house is worse
- and THEN reload suitcases all over again
In an attempt to ignore the pain in my lower back and the constant throbbing in my pinky toe — long story, short (you're welcome!) I fell down the stairs at Melisa's house and we were both surprised to learn that I had only broken my toe — I tried to focus on stuff to help keep me from passing out while dodging packs of squeeing tweens at Forever 21:
- I cannot WAIT to sloooooooooow down and disconnect
- to not have to worry about stuff other than whether it is low or high tide
- which directly affects where we park our beach chairs
- or not, whatevvvvvvvvvvvver
Guess what? Disconnecting is harder than you may believe — especially when traveling with teens, or pretending that social media has not become an important part of our life and perhaps not in the way that most people think.