Post-Vacation Blues

I'm always a little sad after my family leaves town... Or after I leave my family's town... My sisters and I have an official term for it: the post-vacation blues. After a few days of nonstop companionship (during which time I never heard a bored squawk escape my 21-month-old's mouth), Ryan and I look at each other in minor shock when it feels as though the boys have conspired to gang up on us and there is no longer anyone here to distract them. Now I'll spend the next few days reminding myself of all that I love about my life in order to dispel those pesky post-vacation blues! I suppose that's what Thanksgiving is all about anyway—seeing the good in our lives.

My sweet three-year-old had the best time with his grandparents, constantly saying things like, "I'm so excited my grandparents are here!" Seems like all the excitement finally caught up with him, when he fell asleep in my arms Saturday afternoon...