There is absolutely NOTHING like being home. I love it. I love to travel, but I love to come home to my own bed. I had been gone for 22 days and slept in five different beds and unpacked and repacked 6 different times. I could not wait to get in my own bed last night. I know hubby is used to this and I do think it would be easier if it weren’t also two little boys to pack and repack over and over and have them sleeping in “strange” places!

After 12 and a half hours in the car yesterday we pulled into our town around 5:45 and headed straight to the grocery store! Fun! I knew there would be nothing at home for dinner or breakfast so a quick trip had to be made.

I woke up this morning and was startled not knowing where I was! Last night when Big Boy got into bed he smiled and said I love my bed! He has missed his bed too!

I arrived home last night to one of the worst things in the world and I will blog about it when I am recovered and won’t have the strong desire to curse the whole time I writing about it and reliving it….. stay tuned!