Vacation for 13 days is too much. Period. My idea of a good vacation is going overnight (Friday so as to not miss work) to some place really cool, and being home the next night (Saturday night so as to not miss church).
I like my job, and I love our church.
I also really like our queen size pillow top mattress and contoured pillows. Mom - don't feel bad, the hotel, and Beach house beds were no better than the one in the spare bedroom. None of them were mine.
This repose was OK I guessSpeaking of the beach - it was great. The entire South Carolina Swinton clan (Including 1 more grandchild yet to be named) spent 4 days on Edisto Island in a monster house right on the beach.
Yeah she's 31 weeks pregnant - can't you tell?
This angle is a little betterI was able to go running about 3 miles along the beach the first 2 mornings we were there, and then swim in the waves to cool off. I could handle more of that, if my bed and pillow were there too. The third day I began my descent into the head cold that we had been sharing around, and settled for just swimming without the run. (My nose did all the running for the next 2 days) I managed to hang onto said cold long enough for the altitude changes to implode my meager collection of brain cells both on the way into Dallas and then San Jose.
We (mostly my brother in law Chris) successfully constructed a medieval master piece, as seen above, and below in the video.
Tigger gives a tour of the castle
But I missed my bikes. I rode a decent Cannondale road bike while I was in Greenville, but a borrowed bike never meets the true need. I plan to go out early tomorrow and ride my mountain bike for a few hours before our church's men's prayer breakfast, and have already scheduled my weekly bike commute for Monday and Tuesday. I plan to take it slow, since it has been several weeks since I have exerted those muscles.
I missed my job too. Going away is good for that. Today was the best day at work I've had in months. It helped that I kept the phones at arm's length and had a rather varied day with office work, site visits, proposals, and even a little real work with a saw and drill on a job in Tiburon.
All this to say, I'm happy to be home. I've nearly forgotten how desperate I was to get away, and relieved to crash on my parent's couch just 2 weeks ago. Maybe once every couple of years is reasonable - once a year if Bec is lucky.
Mom here---I completely understand, there is no place like home. Although, it is nice to go visit and to be with loved ones, it is sure nice to head for home and all that is yours and what you are use to. Nice to come and nice to go.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing those days with us. It is a special thing for a mother to have all her children together, eating and playing together. I enjoy watching and listening. One day in our Perfect Home we will all be together and have all the comforts we desire, as well.
Looking forward to two years from now, but too, need time to regroup.
Was thinking, also, that we are not totally at rest on this earth (except for the peace we can have in our souls), because our true rest awaits us and our labor is then ended. Until then we are not fulfilled on this earth without that constant laboring. God put that within us. Unsatisfied indeed is the idle person. With that said, on to more pressing matters and finish my ironing.
Thanks for coming.
Love and prayer,
Mama