Sometimes going on vacation can put me into a funk. In my real life, I don't go out to lunch everyday, I never go shopping, and I don't get to laze around chatting with my sister all day long. Oh man, I had so much fun last week in Dallas! But I have been in the funkiest of funks all week because of it, I think. This morning I'd had enough. So after Mike went to work and while my children slept, I scrubbed my bright kitchen and took some pictures to remind myself that I have a really pretty life.
I'm not going to lie, a lot of Haagen-Dazs and an early birthday present helped a bit, too. (Thanks, Mom. You didn't really expect me to wait til the end of August, did you? I love it!)
Do vacations sometimes make you feel weird? What do you do to feel better?