Homeward Bound

Nice as the beach is, I always look forward to going home. Not the actual trip, mind you, but the arrival. Well, not even the arrival, if Lawyerboy has been home by himself. And, yes, he has been home alone.

They should make a movie about him being home alone in the summer.

The girls and I never know what we are going to find when we get back.

He always has the air conditioning turned way up or off. (No, I can't explain it. He either likes it hot, or he thinks he is saving money.) There are always dead flowers on the kitchen table because they are leftover from our anniversary and he can't bear to throw them away. (Why does he think I can?) The mail is either piled up on the same table or it is still in the mailbox.
The milk is usually sour. We always try to drink it all before we go, but sometimes...

This year, he was working on a huge closing - one that would make the fall an enjoyable one, you know, tuition and house payments - and finally, Friday, he said that all the signatures were on all the documents and a closing date was being set. Well. Finally. I've been sweating this one, too. I don't know why, because I usually try to stay out of Lawyerboy's business, but this one has taken a toll on all of us.

But, tonight, it is no more beach water in our mouths and we will finally be able to rinse the shampoo out of our hair.

Tomorrow, we start on the next adventure.