Tomorrow we head back to Miami. Kind of like everyone's January wish is my reality. I enjoyed the beautiful snowy time we had in Utah, and now I'm going back to my 75 degree sunshine state with a cruise on the horizon. I will miss these views out the window:
I will also miss hours of family time, wearing jeans and feeling like I'm not trying too hard to pretend it's jeans weather, all the free child entertainment, straight hair, sleeping in when my mom was home, my kids even sleeping in (I have no idea why this always happens at grandma's house and cannot be replicated at my own), and not having to deal with bedtime (my nemesis) by myself for the past few weeks.
But I won't miss the nosebleeds, the reptilian skin, getting stuck in the snow while driving, and the not-quite-childproof house. Or spending too much money. It's really probably better for me when I can't (or don't) go shopping anywhere by myself because of the three little train wrecks that would accompany me.
I'm a little worried though - I wasn't freezing in Utah like I thought I would be, so now I'm afraid I'm not acclimating very well to Miami! Oh well, I'm sure I'll be back for another long stint when it's time to run away from Miami in the summer.
And luckily flying east is slightly quicker than flying west.
Be back once I'm settled back into reality.
(Ok, ok - it's not even real reality yet. My mom is coming back with me (can't have two lap-babies in one lap on the plane - not that I would want to if I could), and she's staying for a few weeks. She just retired last Friday. So where do people go when they retire? Miami! To change diapers and wipe noses and get spit up on and be surrounded by three screaming babies, of course....)