Reality Bites

It was back to reality today - not the most productive work day I've ever had.  That's kinda to be expected going back to work on a Friday, especially a Friday before a long weekend...which is why I was glad today was my first day back. It was low key and low stress and there was nobody around....

I am glad to be back though. No matter how good the vacation, it is always nice to sleep in my own bed. Yesterday was our fist day back at home. Our flight got in a little late so we stayed at my Mom's the night we flew in...Benny worked the next day and I went running around with my Mom and the girls. We met Benny for lunch, did a little shopping, and hung out until he got off work. And then we got home and I spent the rest of the night unpacking. Man, that's a suck job. I don't know why but it is ten times harder to put the clothes up then it is to pack them.  But I got it all done so that was nice. Can't stand to have full suitcases laying around...

I think my mustache might be fading...maybe because I've been out of the sun for the last few days? Or maybe I've just gotten used to it? I'm not sure...maybe it hasn't faded at all.  I don't wear a lot of makeup so I didn't have any base, foundation, powder or anything else to put on my face so I just decided to distract everyone with cleavage...

I haven't worked out in 11 days. 11 days! That is ridiculous and embarrassing. I feel like a sloth. A lumpy sloth. I'm so ready to get back to the routine. I can't tell you how bad I wanted to run while we were on vacation. Well, not the two days that I was sick but some of the other days...and since I didn't know anything about where we were going I didn't pack any workout clothes or shoes...so even though they had a gym I couldn't do anything. And honestly, I probably wouldn't have even if I had the stuff...I was in vacation veg mode.  But I am SO ready to get back into it. 

Not sure if I'll be able to start again tomorrow as I just found out my Dad had emergency surgery this morning. He's in ICU but stable so I'm driving down tomorrow to visit.  It's such a strange and complicated thing - we don't really have a relationship and what relationship we do have is messy...but still, he's my Dad.  I feel especially bad for his wife and step kids, I know they are worried and scared. I am glad I have the opportunity to be there and to let him know that I do love him, just to make sure he knows.  Life is fragile, I have to remember to make it count....