Vacation... all I ever wanted...

Got back from vacation this morning. As I live on the right coast, and we were visiting the left coast, we took the red-eye home. So we got home at 8 am and immediately went to bed -- all 5 of us. After we finally got up, there was all the usual post-vacation recovery activities: catch up on e-mail, go grocery shopping, collect the mail (the depressingly small size of the mail pile is simply a reflection on how "snail mail" is becoming obsolete and is absolutely not a comment on how pathetic our lives are, right?), unpack, do some laundry, etc., etc., etc. Of course, a couple more days to recover from vacation would be nice. But Darling Husband and I both need to go to work tomorrow. Joy, Rapture, Ecstasy. But, we need to earn those big bucks that allow us to take vacations.

Sadly, the Eldest Child is still on Pacific Time. What do you mean, it's bed time? My body clock says it's only 7:30! He may outlast us all tonight.