You know, it’s not that I don’t love the weather here. And it’s not that I’m anxious to get back to paying bills and doing the school run. But I’m done here. I’ve been to the beach maybe 6 times this whole trip, eaten out a handful of times (and only once without the kids), and been woken up at sunrise every single morning because apparently nobody here believes in blackout curtains.
Yeah, I’m ready to come home… to my regular babysitter, my own washing machine, my own bed. I’m cranky and I’m irritable, and I think that I’m homesick.
Just four more days.