Home Again

"Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven."  ~Tryon Edwards

I really think he was talking about how good it feels to sleep in your own bed again.

We are home, and although the half-unpacked bags are still on the floor and there's almost nothing in the refrigerator, it feels darned good to be home.

Maeve settled back into her old habits immediately, and is happily rediscovering her toys and Sesame Street, including all the books I left at home because I was tired of reading them to her.  Oh hello, Little Cow and Helpful Little Dragonfly.  Vacation is over, so I'm back to mooing and doing tiny bug voices as is my job. 

Sure, we woke up for the day at 2 this morning after a scant 3 hours of sleep, but Daddy and I be able to spell each other for naps in between errands and cleaning.  No doubt the hardest part will be keeping Maeve up till 6 tonight, but maybe an extra nap will do it, along with getting her outside and giving her a strategically timed bath later on.  

Being a guest at my parent's house is so wonderful, and we always treasure our time there, but it is good to celebrate coming home, too.  We're back where we belong.

Back to our mess :)