Eleven days and I am back home. I love home, well, I will when I get through the 10+ loads of laundry, find places for all the kids’ new crap Christmas toys, tackle my 100+ “projects list,” pay the bills, make my weekly menu, go to the grocery store, get my car washed, train the puppy, change the sheets and…. um… DO I EVER REALLY LOVE HOME?? Yes, I do, especially after eleven days away. Eleven fun-yet-stressful days away at my parents’ house.

However, today I sort of went into a post-travel, too much to do, pre-tonsil biopsy “slump.” Aside from spending money at Target (ah, retail therapy), I didn’tcouldn’t do a thing until 9:30pm. Unless you count yelling at the kids, yelling at Scott, and my online reading of HORRIBLE accounts of tonsil cancer. (I have a biopsy of my tonsil tomorrow for a “suspicious” growth on my right tonsil. I thought I was OK about it, but it has been growing on my mind and for some strange reason I thought I would feel better after googling “tonsil biopsy.” Yeah right, no such luck.)

So I spent the WHOLE day NOT doing any of the things I was supposed to do (ooh, I just remembered, I DID manage to make dinner! Phew, I’m not a complete lazy slug).  So after wallowing in self-misery, I managed to snap out of it. It is now just after midnight, and in the course of the 2 hours and 30 minutes that have passed I have sorted all of the laundry (11 loads!!), done 2 of those loads, unpacked 3 suitcases, cleaned up the kitchen counter (junk piles galore), cleaned up the kids shoes (at least 6 pairs!), got my stuff together for the next day (really today already), and while waiting to put the last loads in the dryer and washer for the evening (shhh, don’t tell my mom I run the washer and dryer at night!) I have updated my blog.

Phew, I am now completely exhausted. However, I am hoping this will be the momentum I need to start tomorrow properly: let the Procrastination Fairy have left this house for a few days!