I have mentioned before that Labor Day is my family’s New Year’s Eve. This year, however, it takes on even more significance.
We are HOME. Did I happen to mention that? HOME. (I just like to say it.)
I got off to a great start with my first day back, too.
I got up at 3:00 am, which was like sleeping until noon, European Time. David and Quinland both woke up then, too, so we had a little family powwow in the big bed about The Hunger Games, book vs. movie. David had just seen the film on the flight from Paris and wondered what had been changed from the original. They fell back to sleep, but I just couldn’t, so I decided to start my day early.
What a treat! I was early to meet Deb for yoga, early to yoga, and managed to do a spot of grocery shopping and be home before nine. By 11:00, I was so full of energy I decided to break out the hedge clippers and start cutting back the shrubs which hid my house from view and threatened to engulf the front walk. I did a very thorough job, too!
Sadly, I am a bad before-and-after blogger, so I don’t have photos to share, but rest assured that it was a remarkable transformation. So remarkable, in fact, that the next time Quinland came outside, she stopped me and said, “Thank you for doing that. Seriously.”
I plan to spend this week getting myself on a proper schedule. Sleep has been a big issue for me this last stage of travel – we spent the final four nights at an apple farm, on a cross-country bus, in a prison cell, and in an airport waiting room – and I need to do a great deal of yoga to get myself back in form. Hopefully, by next week I will remember how to function in America and I’ll have a smooth transition back to work. Fingers crossed, everyone!
I’m grateful for the help that my family gave me on getting stuff done around the house today. It’s hard to operate on little sleep and not be cranky, but I think I pulled it off.