After nearly a week and a half in Sunny Southern California, we made it back to New York, more or less. This week we lugged ourselves back into our apartment around the time that we were supposed to eat dinner on the East Coast, but our bodies were still trained by the other ocean. We split the difference and ordered pizza.
Just through the door, Q turned to my wife and asked, "Do you have to go to work now, mom?" And later that night, as I worked a washcloth along The Boy's back in the bath, I mentioned that I had to go back to work. "I know," he sighed.
My lovely wife and I did indeed go back to work—the day after our return, in fact, so it's taken me a little longer to readjust, with my head being the last to arrive.
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Oh those first few days back at the job after a nice vacation. My remedy involves a lot of coffee.
See, I'm a big fan of taking a few days off after a vacation to recover from the vacation. We got back from our honeymoon last week, but I'm totally lying low until next week! Teehee.
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