Road weary

I definitely need a vacation after my vacation.

We stayed out late every night, gambling and/or drinking, and I still woke up early every morning to pump. I consumed way too much junk food, dairy, beer and wine. I bared my post-baby body in a bikini and no one ran inside after being blinded. I single-handidly propped up the economy in Nevada and learned three glasses of champagne at 1 p.m. is probably two glasses too many.

But when Emmie saw me this morning at the side of her crib, it was the best feeling in the world. She blinked, and then her eyes got huge, and she buried her face in my neck with a smile. Then she demanded the boob.

Jack smiled and kept tackling me and jumping all over me when he got up from his nap. I guess that was his way of welcoming me back.

It's nice to be missed. I'm glad to be home.