There's No Place Like Home, There's No Place Like Home

*clicks well moisturized and exfoliated heels together while wearing pink Old Navy flip flops**

So it has occurred to me that no matter how much of a sty one's home is, it is still HOME. Gah! I left my house on Thursday, May something, intending to return home the following Monday morning. I went down to participate in the Relay for Life (my faux sister Susan organizes it and my high school friends that now teach at the middle school have a team that I join) that I extended that stay until Wednesday voluntarily--Sarah was moving to Calgary and I wanted to be able to spend some more time with her and her girls. We went so many years without ever seeing each other that I feel like I have a lot of catching up to do with her daughters.

Insert really unflattering photos of me and Sarah's oldest daughter Jackson at last year's Relay here:

And with Austin this year here:

Friends, never let it be said that I am too full of myself to hide the less than attractive photos of myself...it's what keeps me real and in touch with the people.

Anyway, read the other post if you want to know exactly WHY I didn't leave Chattanooga as planned on Wednesday. No, here it is Saturday--NINE frigging days after I left home for a 4.5 day jaunt, and I'm preparing to leave. You can imagine how thrilled W. is with me a this point. He's a good egg no matter how much I bitch about him. Frankly, no matter how much he's complained about me being gone, I think he and Five have actually probably enjoyed having the sty, er house to themselves for the whole week plus.

Since Sarah left, I've had lots of free time. I could have gone out w/ a friend on Thursday night, but I just didn't feel like it. Everyone that I know had to do mundane things such as work or spend time with family, so I had lots of solitude. I went to see Sex and the City. I ate at Panera a lot. I stayed up faaaaar too much (last night was freakish and I went to sleep at SIX a.m.) and watched all sorts of my favorite cable rerun shows, Top Chef, and Regis and Kelly. Good times, but pretty damn boring after awhile.

I miss having something to actually DO. This is a clear sign that the Wellbutrin is kicking in, I think. So, I'm heading home in just a few--meeting the parents in Murfreesboro to pick up my kids on their way home from their trip to Wyoming because I don't want to wait for them to drive all the way here and then leave. I'm that ready to just be home. Weird, but true.

I will update here more often, but if I disappear other places, you understand why. I have summer school for two weeks and many, many weeks worth of housework to deal with. Plus, I have to begin my holy-shit-I'm-almost-40 workout regimine so that I don't cry when I see pictures of the unfortunate event. To quote a smart lady, "Be safe!"