So I’ve just returned from a very short but very needed trip to Mexico with the hubs and what can I say, I’m not that thrilled about it. I love being home with my girls and my puppies but you know, the ocean was not at the foot of my bed this morning ok? I mean how do you deal with going from a sandy beach to the 405? It’s cruel really. Thankfully I have lots of pics and Mexican pottery to bring me back to my happy place. Do you ever feel like when you leave everything happens? I’ve been collecting stories from my absence all morning and they’re kind of crazy. It’s not helping my control freak-ness at all. You know, that “Nothing is done right unless I do it” vibe. It is making me feel like what I do matters though. Even if sometimes all I do is clean up poop and play short-order cook, maid, taxi driver. I mean, my girls are fine-they had a blast with their grandparents. But I’ve been at home all day putting life back the way it’s supposed to be and putting out fires that arose over the weekend. Nothing serious. Just the little things that happen when mom’s not home. The misunderstandings, forgotten dates, and general to-do list stuff I happily checked out of this weekend. So I don’t know, there it is. Reality bites, but as far as reality goes mine is really good so I’m going to shut up now. One last thing, I mean can I wear this to school pick up or what!?! I want to live in a bathing suit, bare feet and cover up. Summer’s coming!!!!!!!!!!!!