Back to life...Back to reality

Why is it that even though you wear less layers, you always return from holidays with a mountain of laundry?

The boys slept for most of the flight home. I was fortunate to be able in my sleep-deprived state to view an electric storm from above the clouds. It caused a fair bit of turbulence, but has to be THE most extraordinary thing I have ever witnessed. It was far enough away for me to feel safe (I'm not a fan of storms), but close enough to enjoy the spectacular light show.

We finally fell into bed around 4am. My body clock refused to let me sleep beyond 8.30am so I got up to begin the washing. Fortunately we came home to a lovely warm dry day which allowed me to get 5 loads washed and dried.

Holiday over, back to work tomorrow. *sigh*