What a treat to have a buffer day between vacation and real life – that’s what the Memorial Day holiday is for me this year.
The trip home was perfectly stress-free and uneventful. Smooth transition from rental car to airport to flight to home. Just what this very-infrequent-traveler needed. Then nine hours of sleeping like a brick in my own bed (especially appreciated after several nights of going back and forth to the bathroom several times, thanks to an inopportunely timed bladder infection). Heaven.
On the agenda for today are the typical post-vacation tasks. Unpacking. Laundry. Stocking the fridge. Clearing up the (slight) mess left by The Husband while he was on his own for a few days. Staying in touch with Oldest, as our departure left her feeling homesick. Sigh.
I’m thankful we DON’T have the tradition in our family of visiting graves on this May holiday. Well, I say our family…what that means is our nuclear family. My mother-in-law is a faithful grave decorator, and would like to visit a circuit of cemeteries in the southeastern corner of our state every year. Neither The Husband nor I have any interest in this maudlin form of amusement. Thankfully, his brother and sister-in-law are just as dedicated to the annual placement of plastic flowers as the mother-in-law is, and they perform this duty with her or for her each year.
And so today I’m free to rest, to make the transition back to normal life, to have my own little mourning over yet another good-bye to our darling Oldest.
Long live Memorial Day.