I'm back! And I have enough blog fodder to keep me going for weeks!
I'll try not to bore you all senseless with tales and photos of my family holiday, but be warned that this kind of thing only happens to me once every five years, so it's very feasible I'll still be talking about Vacation 2010 well into April.
For the moment, I will just tell you that I have a theory about why the Minneapolis airport is actually called the "Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport". It's because when you have a tight connection to make with two small, tired, cranky children in tow, you get off at a gate in Minneapolis and have to walk, then ride the walkway (three times), then take a tram, then walk some more, until you get to your gate in St. Paul! After 14 minutes of brisk walking, Firstborn and Rosemary's Baby very nearly staged a mutiny right in front of a crowded TGI Fridays.
It's interesting how vacations work. When my plane took off this morning and I watched Albuquerque get smaller and smaller, I was sniffling and dabbing my eyes with a tissue. To be fair, I'd also just kissed the Captain goodbye and sent him back overseas. But I fell in love with the American South and by the end of my trip I never wanted to leave. And yet, now that I'm home, in the house that half-assery built, looking at all the unfinished work that still needs to be done, I feel the same about this place. I guess there really is no place like home.
I promise to be back into the swing of things when my brain has had a few hours to recover. For now, I'm off to get a good night's sleep. In my own bed.