If you don’t have anything good to say…
Well, here’s something good I can say about not buying clothes or shoes this year, and specifically not buying souvenirs on vacation:
It sure makes it easy to unpack!
Although, I’m not sure it makes the laundry go any faster, but it does reduce the labor involved in separating clothing into piles of light, dark, don’t dry, hand wash, and my favorite: who cares it is so old just throw it in any pile.
Laundry is only one part of post vacation reality called The Reentry.
I wonder if astronauts go through this when reentering the earth’s atmosphere? Just what pile do I throw this spacesuit in anyway?
Now, I know nothing about physics (other than the taller I think I am the harder I undoubtedly fall, as in the scientifically studied Big Head Syndrome), but I do believe post vacation Reentry is a very physical thing.
Take this, for instance.
In just one week:
- I forgot my car needs washed.
- I forgot the power bill is due.
- I forgot what the inside of my closet looks like.
- And, in folding clothes this afternoon, it appears I also forgot we have a hanger shortage.
I officially blame The Reentry.
If I had a locker I would have forgotten the combo too.
The Reentry is a bit painful.
I’m surprised there isn’t a pharmaceutical company breaking ground on a pill to decrease the symptoms of tiredness, sore muscles, bug bites and leftover sand-in-ear.
Hum, what would they call it?
Vacatapecia?
Although, let’s be real, side effects would probably include diarrhea, loss of hair and growing a third eyeball.
Despite the pain of Reentry, here is what I could never forget:
The look on Pup’s face and the wag in his tail when he sees us coming to pick him up from the fabulous Wigglebutt Inn.
Nothing feels better than a warm welcome home.
Whether from your family, friends, children or pets.
And, I must admit:
No well-crafted souvenir (or totally cute shoes) can top that.
