We left Palm Beach last night and had our first full day home. It’s always sad leaving my family. After all of these years of living away I still get sad leaving my mom at the airport. Yesterday our flight kept getting delayed and I contemplated staying a few more days with the girls. Pete had to go home for work (booooo) and for a bachelor party (when I grow up I want to have Pete’s life). It seemed like the easy thing to do, just extend the trip! But I was only postponing the inevitable… at some point I had to go home.

While at my moms I have the luxury of someone helping out with laundry, a nice babysitter (my mom and an actual babysitter), no groceries to buy, a car, a pool, going out to dinner, etc. It feels like I’m staying at an all inclusive resort (I’m sure she’d really like hearing that 😬😬) Being in Palm Beach is a little bit like living in an alternate universe sometimes. But it’s def an alternate universe I could get used to. Why would anyone want to leave?? I am taken care of pretty much 100%. And my kids love being with their JB, aunts, uncles and cousins.

But it’s pretty much only the leaving part I hate. The actually getting home part is actually refreshing. I like coming home to a clean house and an empty refrigerator. The first 24 hours home are some of my favorite. We got home late. Put the girls down. Watched a little tv and got to sleep in our big bed. Sleeping in a king feels enormous after 10 days in a queen. When the baby cried this morning I got to go in and sit in a comfortable chair to feed her. Crawford had a dance class with friends. We went to her favorite bakery for a cupcake. Hit the grocery store to restock on essentials. Came home for naps. Played with our neighbors. I made dinner. We put the girls down. And now we get to sit just the two of us. In our house. Sounds simple, but days and nights like this are my fav.

Anyway… Like I said I hate the leaving part. And I miss my family (and the beach) but boy does it feel good to be home.