We came home from vacation yesterday. Aaron and I spent yesterday doing all the just got home after a few weeks away camping type things. Seven loads of laundry, mowing the lawn, unloading the leftover odds and ends of groceries. Cleaning all the beach sand and keep kids occupied while driving obscene amounts of both distance and time items out of the van. Those types of things. Life type of things.
Today we were right back at it. All the kids had VBS this morning (I’m volunteering) and Liam went back to soccer skills training. Aaron was at the office for 13 hours trying to get a little caught up there.
I picked our raspberries and our beans – the tomatoes are starting to ripen and the peas were a bust this year. We sorted and distributed 500 or so pounds of fruit from my parents no spray orchard to my food coop friends out of our kitchen. We hit up the library to return read books and pick up some new items on hold. We needed milk and a few other basics so we went to the grocery store too.
Moving from camping holidays where the pace is so slow and steady (even monotonous at times) to the first few filled overflowing days at home leaves me off kilter. I’m happy to be home: to sleep on sheets with no sand in them and to have a longer shower where I’m not wearing flip flops because the campsite shower floors are always dirty. But I’m also dizzy at all there is to do.
Those first few days I’m always wondering what to do next until the catch up is done and things are back to our normal home rhythms. Where we are moving from the wonder and beauty of being all together outdoors by the sea to the wonder that is our everyday life.
This weeks chalkboard wisdom. Art by Haven.