I’ve just finished packing up most of our stuff for our trip home. I can’t believe how much we did and how quickly the time flew by. It was definately nice to have one last summer vacation before heading into fall. I think the girls are ready to go home. The were little troopers while here but lately Leina has been moaning about missing Artie. Dad? Not so much. Stupid dog who doesn’t deserve all the precious baby love wasted on him? A lot. I’m already getting mild panic attacks at the idea of having to restrain Kulia for two whole hours. Ugh. Maybe I’ll head to the drug store and pick up some baby Benadryl to “help” her sleep on the plane. Of course, with my luck she’ll be one of those strange kids who has an adverse reaction and gets even more hyper than she already is. Sigh.

Just think, at this time tomorrow, I’ll be home. I’ll be unpacking, and petting the dog, and trying to figure out something to make for dinner. It almost seems unreal. I hope a few of my tomatoes survived my absence. I have a barely started Halloween costume lurking in the craft room and I need to retire the tank tops and pull out the jeans. Back to the daily grind.

Home sweet home, here we come!