I missed the smell when you first walk in the door, its a mixture of new home, the beach and a much used kitchen.
I missed my bed , oh how I missed my bed. The feel of that tempur pedic was calling to me from across the Pacific. While I was sharing a full bed with a 3 year old AND a 2 year old for several weeks, my bed was patiently waiting to cradle me again. I think I actually purred when I laid down.
I missed my couch and my DVR. I cant wait until I have time to actually watch the 12 hours of Real Housewives I have saved.
Of course I missed the smell of the ocean air and the lush greens every where you look. I missed the warm weather--it was ridiculously cold for June in Southern California and I think I am still defrosting--and the relaxed island vibe.
In the midst of running through my house and kissing all my meaningless material comforts I was jolted back to reality when I opened the fridge and saw...
"well girls, its apples and eggs for dinner. And a shot of Lemoncello for mommy"
Agh crap! I did not miss the responsibilities of being the sole food provider.
Oh and this little jewel was hiding in the back behind a very rotten , very fragrant box of strawberries.
Green Parmesean Cheese , Oh God , I just threw up in my mouth a little
Welcome Home Mom.