Home Sweet Home

This was my first Monday in Dallas since Christmas (literally), and it was magical. Okay, really I worked all day and there were horrible thunderstorms, but there were no airport security lines, no waking up before the sun even thinks about coming up, and no airplanes. It was a magical day. I made dinner, ate it at my own house, and talked to my husband for more than 10 minutes. I did a load or two of laundry, wore my slippers, and didn't check into a hotel. There were no restaurant meals, no hospital cafeteria, and no flight attendants- today was a wonderful day.

Until I found out I wouldn't be traveling any more I didn't realize how stressful it was... but then I got the news that I wouldn't be flying and suddenly I feel lighter (not literally). I unpacked my carryon bag, purchased regular sized toiletries, and bought some groceries (Brian sadly has been living on frozen pizzas). I made dinner, knew that I would get to eat the leftovers, didn't think about how the weekend was coming to a rapid end, and set my alarm for a normal time. I feel like my blood pressure has decreased significantly- I can breathe again (okay I cant really because my lungs are squished but you know what I mean), it is so nice to be home, and to knew that I am staying home!