That's the sound I made last night when I finally slid into my bed after 11 days of vacation.
Vacation is always great but nothing beats sleeping in your own bed.
We made our annual summer pilgrammage to Cape Cod. And I must say, it was wonderful. We had sun the entire week which means I have more sun now on this old body than I have had since before the kids were born and I had time and money (and not much sense) and could go to the tanning bed.
We got to play in the water, build sand castles, ride bikes and eat donuts for breakfast - every day.
That's right. Donuts for breakfast every day. (Well, except the morning that we had homemade blueberry buckle and that's basically cake which might as well be a donut.) So, yes. Donuts for breakfast every day.
Today will be spent getting back into the groove of things. Dan's heading off to work. The kids and I will be playing with our much-missed BFFs at the pool today and I'll be trying to figure out what to do with all the tomatoes and cucumbers that have overtaken our garden.
Yep. It's good to be home!