Home Again

We spent the 4th of July weekend in Kentucky with my husband’s extended family. It started out as a 10th anniversary party for one of his cousins and morphed into a full-blown family reunion. It was fun and crazy and full of people (waaay too many people at once for this introvert) and bookended by a long drive on either end.

As I put my eldest to bed (back home in his very own bed) tonight, he said, “Mama? Can we not get in the car tomorrow?” Oh, I echo that sentiment! Of course, having rid the house of perishables before we left, I’ll have to trek to the grocery store, but he and his brother can stay home with daddy while I do that. I have no problem with that.

I find myself reminded again that, no matter how enticing and fun vacations are, coming home is always better. There’s something about home that just lets all the muscles finally relax completely. Even when there are piles of laundry and a dearth of milk to contend with.