It’s no small mystery that I’ve had a rough time adjusting to every-day life since returning home. It has been very hard to go from GO, GO, GO, FUN, FUN, FUN! to… nada. Even as tired as I was on Sunday, I still think I could have kept it going for another day or two, you know? And now I’m here back at home and there is just NOTHING going on. Well, unless you want to count the fact that we’re traveling to my parents house in a couple days time (and I sure don’t). I was surrounded by friends and giggling and stimulation and now I’m… not. It’s almost like how you feel the week or two after Christmas is over. The best part is done and what is there to look forward to?
Don’t get me wrong. I love having my family back. Seeing my boys as I walked to baggage claim on Sunday was the singularly most awesome moment of the weekend. The way Liam literally grabbed me and held on tight brought tears to my eyes (still does!). And I love being able to sniff his baby fresh head whenever I so chose. But the every day life is rather mundane by comparison and it’s hard to go from 60mph to 0 just like that, you know?
Doesn’t help that my best buddies here at home are otherwise occupied this week. I miss them too, but real life does intervene. So where normally my days would be somewhat filled, they’re rather empty and lonely. I probably need it though, to adjust back to real life from the SUPERlife that is BlogHer. I’m just having a hard time feeling any sort of enthusiasm over anything and with the cold I think I’m brewing (thank you AGAIN, coach class), I’m just completely devoid of energy or drive.
BAH. How many days is it going to take for me to come down off this cloud??
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brit (92 comments.) 08.01.07 at 9:09 am
I don’t feel bad for you. You totally could have snuck two or three bloggers home in your bag and then the fun would never end!!
Liz (55 comments.) 08.01.07 at 3:04 pm
Well, I’m still on that very hangover. And I’m still tired as f*ck.
Seeing Henry break into a GIANT grin as the car pulled up to the curb made me burst into tears and then dive in the backseat and smother that little boy with kisses. Left my bags (and bags and bags) on the curb for my Sherpa/Husband to take care of.
It was GREAT to go, but WONDERFUL to be home.
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