We are back from our trip to the ski hill. The car is unpacked and the wash machine is on over load. We came back earlier Monday to prepare a welcome home dinner for my husband's brother. He decided to surprise Grandma and Grandpa with a spontaneous visit. It is nice to see them. They have a son the same age as the twins, so they are busy rekindling their friendship.
There is something wonderful about the day back from a busy trip. The kids seem to be over stimulated from the outings and whole up in their room with loved toys and make believe worlds. This, of course, gives me an opportunity to fill the fridge with food and unpack and wash clothes. Everyone catches up on much needed sleep. And all becomes right with the world once again. It is nice to be home.