Jiggedy Jig

Home again, Home again. Yeah, we've been back from vacation for about 4 days now and like everything else (ie laundry, dishes, unpacking) I'm just now starting to get caught back up. Some people come home and unpack everything, put it away, do all the laundry and are ready for the new week before it comes...not so at the Young house, although I wouldn't mind getting my act together that way. At the Young house, we're still on vacation till Monday and consequently, here it is Wednesday and the laundry is just now going to get put away. Tonight. Hopefully. I have a really hard time crashing back into reality. I actually have to be forced into it, kicking, screaming and clawing.

Vacation rocked. We all went up to the most beautiful lake - Lake Leelanau. It's FREAKING huge. Takes 1 hour in a fishing boat just to get down 1/3 of the lake. The house we stayed at was awesome - fit all 8 of us so comfortably and had a deck and yard completely in the sun. The lakefront was so shallow Gracie could still touch all the way to the end of the dock - which was about 100 yards long - easy. Normally, I'm not a big fan of swimming in lakes other than the Great Lakes- I just can't stand the muck and turtle poop, I prefer the sand and rocks. So in years past on vacation, I pretty much just swim the day we head to Lake Michigan. This lake front was all sand as far as I could touch - even as far as Jeff could touch. Awesome. We swam everyday and I have the sunburn to prove it!

The only kink in our week in the lap of Lake Leelanau luxury was my 2 year old who wanted to go home on Wednesday. Grace was perfect - sweet, compliant, excited the first half of the week and then she started saying "I want to go home." Yikes! Why on earth? I couldn't figure out, but she said it about 4 times on Wednesday and the rest of the week went downhill from there. Fussy, crying, getting into trouble, balking at EVERYTHING except her Dora videos. Sheesh. It was tough and the hardest part is, I felt so horrible that she was acting that way and everyone had to be a part of it! Once we got home, after about 3 hours she was back to normal. I guess I just didn't realize how much Grace needed her routine and her home surroundings.

But despite Gracie's actions it was a great week of relaxing, tanning and doing whatever we wanted. Clint and I saw Mamma Mia! one night (we all had a date night :) and it took a while to get used to seeing James Bond singing, but having listened to ABBA's greatest hits EVERY Sunday morning before church while growing up, I loved it! :) Took Clint a while to attach though, so I promised him I'd go and see the Dark Night - although I'm a little nervous about the dreams I'll be having. Creepy clown makeup tends to bother me. Not to mention psychotic villians.

Tough to come back to reality. All I want to do is lay out in the sun! Maybe I'll be sick tomorrow!