Georgia's Journal

So much to be said for being home. We’ve been back a week. (I’ll post my journal from the trip later.) Did most of our laundry in Mississippi, but I got a few things washed up after our return. Now there are about three loads waiting for me at the top of the stairs. That’s ok. I’ve enjoyed laundry since I was a wee lass.

Around Tuesday, I reached into the fridge for a soda. I didn’t even want one, but it was so nice to be home, I think I was celebrating. Down South, we had some serious hospitality thrown our way, no doubt. But I am a child of my routine. We rarely even went to Little Rock growing up, and we were only 45 minutes away.

Now with two children, routine is the lifestyle. Getting out of that is hard. My patience was thinnest on the two day drive back, I’m ashamed to admit. I gritted my teeth too much, wondered if one could actually chip.

Laundry, running around town with the little ones, napping during Savannah’s movie time, working 24 piece puzzles with her on the hardwood floor, reminding Brad to take his vitamin, helping little Seffie pass gas by pushing his feet up to his face. I’m home.