It’s over. We’re back to real life. Which means in a week or so, I should probably consider unpacking. It was an awesome road trip and once I emerge from my meat coma, I shall elaborate further (another thing that is harder to come by in CO than CA — tri-tip. So I ate it like a bear prepping to hibernate. And I don’t regret a single, giant mouthful.)
Our trip totals:
# of miles traveled: 2,917.3
# of hours traveled: 58.3
# of giant, electric blue fuzzy hats with mouse ears purchased: 2
# of houses stayed in: 4
# of friends and family we saw: lost track
# of trips to the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf: 1 (way, way too low)
# of evenings of tri-tip heaven: 5. In less than 2 weeks. Makes up for the Coffee Bean
# of stuffed animals allowed on trip: 1 per kid
# of stuffed animals smuggled into back of van by six-year old animal-loving girl when parents were not looking: 4
# of stuffed animals alllllmost left behind but rescued by grandparents, thus averting a sleepless night full of crying: 1
# of kids on road trip: 4
# of kids who arrived home from road trip: 4. Go me.
On the way home, I was thinking about re-entering “real life” and I realized that there are different kinds of stress. There’s the reasonable kind — not necessarily the healthiest thing for you, but a reasonable, understandable response to an actually stressful situation that can’t be changed. There’s the ridiculous kind — stressing about things that will likely never happen or if they did, don’t really matter anyway. I’m good at that one. And there’s the unhealthy-situation kind — stressing because you’ve put yourself in a situation you need to change. Like taking on too many projects when you don’t need to. That sort of thing. And getting away from my regular life helped me laugh at myself for the ridiculous worries and decide whether I had any unhealthy ones. I think that’s one of the great things about vacations. By taking a break from normal life, you can figure out whether you need to change it.
And now, more vacation photos! Be thankful you don’t live too close — I’d make you come over and watch slides. And I’ve got hundreds.
|Looking for fish|
|Hiking in the meadow|