We just flew back into town last night from an amazing week in Washington D.C. (I will post more about our adventures soon.) In case I didn't know that our vacation was officially over, I have several evidences.
One, the van wouldn't start last night. Luckily, my sister was able to pick us up at the airport in a work truck so we could get home. Mike and my dad spent a chunk of the evening problem shooting and putting in a new battery. We need new tires and probably some additional work.
Two, we walked in the door to a horrible smell. Let's just say that there was some bathroom cleaning to be done in a jiffy, that included a lot of Febreeze, and we'll leave it at that...
Three, Mr. Two woke up with a headache and has been throwing up this morning. More cleaning.
Four, there are piles and piles of laundry and bags to unpack.
Five, as I was going through emails and web surfing at breakfast, I turned to see this:
Oh yes, Mr. Four is on the table and that is Mr. Three's soggy breakfast he is flinging all over the crowded surface.
It was a dream vacation, and I am so grateful we were able to go. Even more, I am glad that all of the sickness and car troubles waited until we got home to manifest themselves! Now it's off to clean and all that jazz...