Deep in the throes of post vacation blues here. We've had such a lovely 17 days of vacation and the girls are off again tomorrow. We've spent time at home, time at gymnastics camp, time at work, family time, 1 on 1 time, time in NYC and on Long Island. We've entertained guests a couple times and have been entertained ourselves.
We are jumping into the deep end this week. Mr. Quimby is already traveling for work and we've got a steady calendar of work travel over the next few months.
I lost my temper with the girls tonight - one of them snuck up on the other, pinched her, and scared the beejeesus out of her so badly that she screamed so loudly that I thought a "bad guy" was in the house. I lost it and then recovered approximately 2 minutes later and we had all made amends 20 minutes after that. But still, I hate that after being calm and present and in the moment for 17 days I finally lost it today.
Tomorrow will be a tough day. I need to get some work done and the girls will be home all day. I'll structure the day here and there; an hour of tv, an hour of an activity together, an hour of activity separately. I wish there was a scavenger hunt I could make up that would take them around the neighborhood on a day like tomorrow. Sunny but cold, but not too cold for a bike ride.
Melancholy. It seems the perfect end to 17 days of good.
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