We've returned from our two week family vacations. I've always dreaded them as physical ordeals. The houses are too hot, the beds are uncomfortable, and I just don't sleep well. At my in-laws, I'm the only morning person so I can't keep up with everyone as they keep going late into the evening. At my childhood home I'm treated as a 49-year old child.
It's gotten better as the kids have gotten older and more self-sufficient. When they were younger their neediness just exacerbated everything. Add an unreliable car to the mix and my stress level went through the roof twice a year.
Now I drive a car that I like better. The kids are more self-sufficient. I exercise in the mornings at a gym and get some quiet time. My smart phone connects me to the outer world, via email, twitter, and facebook.
It's better, but God it's good to be back, and I can't wait to get back to work tomorrow, no matter the size of the pile waiting for me.
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