It's good to be home. We drove in at about 1:30 last night, exhausted. I had fallen asleep and then woken up to pick a fight with my superstar husband because he threw out my drink. In his words it was "nasty tepid watery Sprite" which to me means just perfect to drink. I'm nasty when my sleep is interrupted. This is why I never nap.

It was good to be treated like the Queen of England by my daughter. She hasn't stopped hugging and kissing me all day, or following me around and grabbing onto my clothing. We said goodbye on Monday morning and didn't see her again until Friday morning, which is definitely the longest we've ever been separated. I don't think that there is anything sweeter than the attention of YaYa. She has a gift for making you feel special. She can also throw quite the tantrum and is possibly the most independent person I've ever met. (Besides, maybe, me.)

I've been feeling a little lame about calling our van the lemon van. I mean, you can't start a relationship with something or someone by calling them names, and although we didn't know we'd be repairing our new vehicle quite so quickly, we will probably be using this sweet Previa for a long time. It also was a gift from some of the most giving people I've ever met, my parents, and I don't want that to be ruined by my complaining about a few repairs. Therefore, from this moment on, WE WILL NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN. Just kidding. But maybe we should use a little positive affirmation and now call it the Peach Van. Or Banana Van. Or Mango. Mango Vango. There you go.

So, it's good to be home, I actually filed our income tax online today and now feel that I am the coolest person who has ever walked this earth. I. Filed. Income. Tax. I'm not a complete clutz. I figured it out. Also, Kid A has been adding some words to his vocabulary, apparently from hanging out with Grandpa and Grandma so much. Today he asked if YaYa was "frightened", told me that Jed told him a "terrible" story, and said, "Actually, Darci, the car works like this."

I hear music in the next room. Gotta go.