So I got in last night at 10:45 and as we well know that I am completely crazy …

I am getting ready to leave again. As I type.

Brother and I and FoH are packing up and hitting the road for … wait for it … Douglas Lake.

Ideally the timing would be a little later but that’s not happening.

What is happening is: extreme jet lag and fatigue and me trying to keep calm that the house is in half disarray {which is a lot better than I thought I’d find it} and attempting to rally to get my child and myself packed for two weeks.

While it is hard to come back to daily life following such a beautiful trip, it eases the pain that I have my most beloved place on this planet to welcome me home: The Lake.