This blog post will probably seem especially funny if you read the previous post that ran last week while we were gone.
You know- the one about what hard workers we are and how we have to remind ourselves to relax?
I think that some of us had to remind ourselves how to shave and wear socks this morning.
It's funny how just nine days away from "real life" can change your whole attitude. As Steve announced to some friends at church yesterday, "We've reached a new level of casual."
Amen to that.
We got so used to the beach lifestyle that we started brainstorming ways that we could move there. Just for a year or so.
Maybe one of us would drive the jet ski for the banana boat rides or push the Italian Ice cart. Perhaps we'd like to wait tables at the Duffy Street Seafood Shack, where most of the tables are outside? I'd probably even be willing to spend my days with sticky arms, serving up sundaes at the ice cream parlor we walked to one evening.
You may think I'm exaggerating, but some sort of shift has occurred in my brain. I mean, sure, we did a few loads of laundry when we got home on Friday, but that was mainly because most of the stuff was already wet. And in the laundry room.
But mostly, we've spent the days since we've been home in the yard, in our lounge chairs. It's like the beach, without sand. Steve did go inside at one point, but only to whip up some amazing strawberry margaritas and grab the tortilla chips. I even seem to remember making the comment, "It's five o'clock somewhere", as it was sure not five o'clock yet here.
I love being home, but I do miss waking up with the ocean in my face. Literally. We didn't even bother closing the curtains at night, we were up so high. (Does that creep you out? I feel like that would be upsetting to some people.)
My to-do list for the day is all out scary looking because I just wrote down every single responsible thing that needed to be done that I sure wasn't going to do while we were still in vacation mode. In fact, I may still be working through this list the next time we find ourselves in vacation mode. Which I hope is next weekend.