I’m finally back! After 13 days gone and 17 hours of driving in one day, we arrived home at midnight last night.
OK, I’m done. I just wanted to be sure you felt sufficiently sorry for me.
Actually, we had a blast, and achieved the coveted balance between loving our vacation and being glad to be home. And it’s hard to complain about the driving when my wonderful hubby did ALL of it. I wrote a blog post (to go up tomorrow), tried to figure out how to make a blog button, cut and filed coupons, played free-cell, threatened kids, etc.
And now it’s today. And I’m overwhelmed. I learned so much at the Savvy Blogging Summit (and met fabulous people who I’ll be sharing with you soon), and would love to spend all the time necessary to implement everything I learned. But that would be a full time job for the next few months. And of course, this blog has a built-in kill-switch to keep me in balance. If I let blogging take over and my house fall back (further) into chaos, my blog fails. Why, oh why did I come up with such a great self-policing blog idea?
Before I share my day’s accomplishments (or lack thereof), I just want to say how much I appreciate all of your comments while I was gone. My Internet access was pretty spotty while we were travelling, so I wasn’t able to respond to many, but they meant a lot to me. Now, I’m too behind on everything else to go back through posts and re-read comments. Just know that I appreciate all of your comments so much!
So it’s our first day back home . . . and the house is a disaster. Not as bad as a normal pre-blog day, but still sufficient for Oprah to come in and take some horrifying studio-audience-gasp-inducing “before” pictures.
And I’m tired. Really tired. Adjusting to the altitude in Breckenridge, Colorado was difficult, and now I’m wondering if I have to re-adjust to a lack of altitude.
Or probably I’m just being lazy.
I found myself wandering around this morning, looking at the many messes, and feeling overwhelmed. I was completely at a loss about where to start. I was using my brain-power to justify not doing anything today, instead of coming up with a list of things to do that would make our home livable. So I decided to get down to the absolute basics of life.
I unpacked the Suburban (mostly) and started sorting clothes. I kept getting distracted but decided to not worry about ANYTHING else until I had all the clothes out and ready to be washed. It took forever. Bag after bag after bag of dirty clothes appeared and made me really appreciate my once-a-week-means-only-a-week’s-worth-of-laundry method.
Once the first load was going, I decided to just do something. Anything. There were (and still are) so many things to be done that if I didn’t focus on tiny parts at a time, I got overwhelmed.
I emptied the dishwasher and then loaded it with the didn’t-make-the-pre-vacation-load dishes.
I took the masses of newspapers which were piled on the breakfast table (and surrounding floor) to the recycle spot.
I loaded the pile of clean winter clothes back into the suitcase where they’re normally stored, but which I had used for our vacation. They were in a corner of the master bedroom, and although pre-vacation I was getting used to a much-less-cluttered bedroom floor, I knew that if I didn’t get them put up immediately, I’d fall back into my habit of not seeing them, letting them spread slowly out over the floor where they would begin to breed and reproduce with the dirty laundry on the other side of the room.
I unloaded our leftover food from our trip.
I made myself empty suitcases COMPLETELY. I have such a problem finishing things, and I know that many many times I’ve started packing for a trip only to find things left in a suitcase that I thought I’d lost months ago.
So that’s my day. Trudging along. Resisting every single effort. Feeling like each zipper unzipped and sock sorted was a huge accomplishment.
(If the voice in your head as you read this post sounded the least bit perky, please re-read in a monotone voice, with frequent sighs and groans. I’m just saying.)