I woke up this morning feeling two conflicting emotions. The first was joy tinged with amazement that Wiggle Man had slept in so late. It was 9:45 am, people! I actually had to wake him up. Amazing what a bus ride, followed by a plane ride, followed by Mommy spilling milk in the Wawa parking lot, followed by some staying up 2 hours past your bedtime will do for a kid, in terms of sleeping.
The other emotion? Bummed-ness. I was so bummed that there would be no buffet breakfast waiting for me, no freshly squeezed island orange juice, no smiling Fritz asking me my room number. Somehow, even Wiggle Man waking up at 6 am seemed ok in Jamaica, man.
Sigh. And one of today's questions on Millionaire was about pina coladas. Can you be homesick for someplace that isn't home?
At any rate, we're back in Jersey. Wiggle Man has already trashed the first floor of our house with toys...or maybe it only looks that way because we still have suitcases half opened everywhere. It's hard to tell. I may have strewn about the contents of two carry-on bags in a frenzied attempt to find my phone. (Which, in case you're curious, was exactly in the pocket I thought it was, yet somehow missed the first three times I checked.)
I should be doing laundry, or unpacking, or cleaning. Something productive. Yes, somehow, I just can't seem to muster up the motivation to do it. My brain is still on island mode.
How will they get there?
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