Buried in laundry and other things post-vacation

I'm back, and I have over 200 pictures that need to be downloaded. And edited. I would have done that today, except for some reason my hubby thinks it would be cool to have clean socks and underwear and jeans for the rest of the week. My hallway is now lined with baskets of clothes in varying degrees of cleanliness. Apparently part of being a good housekeeper is putting laundry before blogging.

And also, when Savannah asked for Cheerios today, I realized we were out of milk, and so I furtively splashed some water on them hoping she wouldn't notice.

She did. It was pretty unappetizing. So I had to go to the store.

I checked Google Reader earlier today and it pretty much exploded in my face. 220 new posts, and the only reason there were not more was because I cheated a little while I was in Indiana and read some here and there when the dial-up permitted. I have it down to 148 now, and am feeling a little overwhelmed.

So a real post is coming soon, with real pictures (although I'll spare you all 200...aren't you glad??) as soon as things settle down a little. I love going on vacation, but it's always a letdown trying to get back in the swing of things.

And also, let me just say Thank you Jesus for very understanding fellow airline passengers that sit in the same row as you and your squirmy little girl. Because it's stressful enough trying to entertain her without worrying that you're bothering the person on the other side of her. There were a few instances where she inadvertently kicked the kind gentleman that was engrossed in his book, and then on the flight back she dumped a cup of ice in her lap, and the sweet grandmother next to her was so concerned that she had gotten herself all wet.

But then they patted her on the head at the end and told her what a great job she did on such a long flight, and my mama's heart sighed a big ol' sigh of relief.