Glitch

The flight home was uneventful....bumpy (those darn hot air drafts over the desert certainly create an interesting flight). Crowded (plane was completely full to the brim). Short (we landed 10 minutes early).

We made our way to baggage claim and realized after every bag was taken and everyone but us was done that my suitcase apparently didn't make it on our flight. J's did - checked at the same time as mine with a tag in sequential order from mine. But no bag. Answer: wait until the next flight arrives from Vegas - an hour after we landed. Darn it. So saved time thus wasted hanging out in the airport, drinking iced teas and lattes. Anxious to get home to the boys and having to wait another hour....but thankfully, the bag was on the next flight so that's great -

The boys survived with no parents. I have a feeling there's 'more to the story' - the dishes stacked in the sink; the pizza boxes in the recycle bin along with various other recycling that wasn't touched while we were gone - merely added to as if it takes itself out to the bins outside and in the garage. The mail left in the mailbox for four days. It irritated us...but it wasn't unexpected. I had planned to make a detailed list of 'expectations' - setting the 'house rules' in our absence - but ran out of time and just left. And that's what the house looks like - a place where there were no rules. I pity their wives. Seriously. They are helpless....though they didn't starve and H. did do a couple loads of his laundry which is progress.

We watched our Tivo'd Survivor and are watching the Emmy's. Dinner was cereal for me and leftovers for J. The kids were left on their own for dinner - not sure what they had though we think they had eaten shortly before we arrived home.

J. has a bit of a chest cold - he doesn't feel great today and colds have a way of going straight into a chest cold. He'll have his deep bass voice tomorrow - and will probably drag himself to work because he feels guilty for missing a few days. I know the feeling.

Glad to be home. Time to return to 'normal'. Have three night time events this week - W-Th-F....so it will be a busy week with little home time. Those weeks are hard. Hoping to not need to work this coming weekend - truly trying to discipline myself to not work. Hard to do that because the work load so outweighs the time during M-F. But I have to really work on that because it's not healthy and I'm tired. My boss agrees and we are hiring me help - which is great. But that will be awhile before it happens and in the mean time, I'm going to do my darnedest to take some weekends off for a change.

We had a terrific break from parenthood and working. We could get used to it....especially room service!