e is for exhausted

E2

So apparently, starting work the day after you get back from vacation with no groceries in the house and no time to get  them and not unpacking fully is not the best idea. But I was so anxious to start and I'm so glad I did.

After dropping off my posse of peeps, I made my way to work in plenty of time. Not an easy feat considering the girls were still on California time this morning. But nevertheless, butts were dragged out of bed. This chilly autumn morning was a bit of a rude slap in the face after coming back from sunny, beautiful weather, and adds yet another thing on my to-do list...get out the cool weather clothes. But we got going, no one was late, and I started first day at work only slightly frazzled by my wardrobe inadequacies. (hello, no work for 8 years makes for a very slim professional wardrobe!)

Anyway, the posse was rounded up by my deputy, Andrea, our family's new driver. She deposited them at home with a minimum of fuss. I came home to an absolutely destroyed house, but that's okay, I expected it.

Speaking of drivers, I feel funny saying that she's our driver. It kind of feels like my kids are little Muffy Crosswires from the PBS cartoon, Arthur. But instead of being chauffered around in a stretch limo, they're being toted to and fro in a big white Suburban by a cheerful Mom and her three little kids.

Work went fine. I like it. It feels good to use my brain in other ways. But man, I'm just beat. Hopefully, I'll be able to catch up the house/laundry/routines again this weekend. I'm pretty sure I will. I better, or I'll be in big trouble!