I'm home....and I'm soooo sleepy....

Not even this cup of joe could perk me up right now. (This graphic is for you Cheezy....I know it makes you laugh!)

We got home around 3:20, and left at 8:00am. Not bad since we were following the guys, pulling a trailer with four motorcycles strapped on. The vacation was wonderful. I feel so refreshed, although I am tired. It is strange how you can ride in a car all day long, and still be sleepy. However, we did stay up till midnight every night, so that might have something to do with it.

The drive home was beautiful....and sad. I always hate leaving my aunt. She is one of those people that just shine. You can't help but love her from the moment you meet her. She has no enemies, and everyone is a friend. She's alone now, as her creep of a husband left her in the midst of her recouperation. I am always in awe of her, and how she handles things. Her knees don't bend, her broken elbow was never mended, so it hangs at a 45 degree angle, and she can't touch her head with that hand....yet she travels alone to her clients offices and carries on with a will that inspires. She flies and drives hundreds of miles....over mountains and back. She has many friends, yet somehow seems so alone. I love the time we spend with her....and it makes it hard to leave. But, we go every other month or so, so that gives us all something to look forward to.

Why is it that the clothes in our suitcases seem to multiply on the trip home? I have tons of laundry....where did it all come from? Well, I have some clue....wee one's idea of unpacking is grabbing every stitch of clothing in her suitcase, and dumping it in the laundry....it's so much easier than folding it and putting it away. She had outfits that she hadn't worn....yet they are mixed in with dirty stuff that I am way too lazy to pick through.

Dh is watching tv and snoozing. He pulled his back loading or unloading the bikes, we aren't sure which, and is whining about it. I suppose that means I will have to go in there, open the Tylenol, get a glass of water, and place the pills in his lilly white hand so he can take them. Why is it that he would rather sit there and complain for a half hour, rather than take the 20 seconds to get the medicine? Oh yes....he's a freaking MAN.

Betsy is already at a friends house. She unpacked, swam for three minutes with her sister, took a shower and left. Oh to have that energy again. Although, after being gone for 6 days, I just want to be home....in my own house....in my own bed....even if it is in the most freaking hot state in the lower 48.