My vacation is over.
I'm pretty sure those were the fastest 10 days of my entire life. I think they passed even faster because I was so worried about wasting one second of those 10 precious days.
Nothing makes a vacation feel more over than a 13 hours trauma surgery shift. That starts at 5:30 am.
The Thanksgiving leftovers are gone.
The Halloween candy is (finally) gone.
And it's supposed to start snowing any day, so I guess autumn in gone now too.
But it was not without wonderful moments.
Sleeping in until the sun poured through my bedroom window.
Having the time to cook breakfast for my family.
Finishing the Christmas shopping.
Discovering a new park.
Working on our next home project (here's a clue...)
I love being home so much it makes me wonder how I can ever go back to work. The very idea of being away from my boys nearly makes me sick. But I wake up, at 4:40 am, and go to work. For them.