PVC's or Post-Vacay Confessions.

- Even though we arrived home from New Orleans on Sunday, allowing me ample time to unpack, wash, dry and fold all of our laundry, we're leaving town again for the beach this weekend and part of me (most of me) wants to just leave the laundry and suitcases packed and bring them with us to our beach house and do the laundry there. I mean, all I really would have to do is pack some extra swim suits and that seems like the brighter albeit easier idea. 
- I showered, fixed my hair and put on make up every single day that we were on vacation. What's more, I didn't even pack a single pair of black yoga pants for the trip. My husband was so happy. That said, we've been home three days now and although I've showered every day by the skin of my teeth, I haven't even blow dried my hair let alone put any make up on. Not to mention that my standard uniform of exercise shorts and tank tops is back with a vengeance. Sorry husband, it was nice while it lasted. 
- The food was ah-mazing in New Orleans but just about every third thing we put into our mouths was fried. Fried shrimp, fried oysters, you name it, it was fried. I will now be eating salads all day, every day or at least until I can no longer stomach a leafy green. Which, if we're being honest, is probably tomorrow.
- For what it's worth, the boys did fantastic on each flight of our trip. There were a couple of unforeseen hiccups that we had to deal with on the fly and I was pleasantly shocked and so proud of how well they handled themselves. That said, the next vacation my husband and I take will not be in the company of our children. We may have even booked our next set of child-less flights the minute our plane touched back down in Maryland. 
- Those frozen slushie Hurricanes that you can find on almost every corner of Bourbon Street are delicious. Coupled with the fact that you can buy one and proceed to walk around outside with it? Life-changing. Other states should take heed and start allowing this type of activity. It made vacationing with our kids that much more enjoyable. 
- However, I could not and will never get used to seeing adults walking around drinking Bud Lights at 7:45 in the morning. Vomit. 
- Shortly before we left on vacation, Carter had been waking up in tears around 3am in the morning. This would happen 1-2 times per week and for a while, my husband was going into the toddler's bedroom to lay with him until he fell back to sleep. This typically resulted in both my husband and the toddler spooning in the toddler's twin bed. To break this uncomfortable habit, I constructed a small pallet bed on the floor next to my side of the bed. It's so comfortable, in fact, that Sheepie actually thinks it's his bed and will often lay there until that fateful hour of the morning when Carter awakens and now silently makes his way into our bedroom, clutching his blanket, pillow and lovie with him. My husband is worried we've started a habit and I find myself constantly reassuring him that if Carter is still sleeping on our bedroom floor when hes five, then we should start worrying. I'm all about survival. My husband is all about not raising weird kids. 
- I've started editing some of the pictures I took while on vacation. As much fun as I had taking the pictures, I am not looking forward to culling them. In fact, part of me just wants to keep putting it off. I'm weird like that. 
- We left for vacation two days after we hosted Maclane's first birthday party at our house. I would be lying if I said that there weren't 95% of the decorations still hanging in our house. Let's not mention that our family room off of the kitchen looks like a cross between a pre-school and Toys R Us what with all of the primary colored toys that have taken up residence. 
- I have zero motivation to clean up anything mentioned in the previous confession and will likely let it slide until after we return from the beach this coming weekend. 
Whew. I can't tell if that made me feel better about myself or made me feel like the laziest person south of the Mason Dixon line. Make me feel better about myself and tell me something you need to get off your chest! 
Well? Tell me!
linking up with one of my favorite mamas today!