Recovery Mode

We dropped off Ben's parents and grandmother at the airport this morning. It was a pleasant good-bye - we were all sad, but the only real tears shed were Molly, who was crying out of anger that she didn't get to go on an airplane too. On the way home I looked in the rearview mirror at my children: all three of them were semi-slumped in their seats with spacey looks on their faces. We were having so much fun the last few days that it took until now to realize just how much we were all worn down. So we returned home, watched a TV show or two, ate some lunch, and napped. ALL four of us. And for a good long while, too. It's amazing how we didn't have any idea just how tired we all were until our source of excitement left us. I was very glad to have a little time to recover today and ease ourselves back into our normal routines.