The next day all the kids and I cleaned out our clothes and personal items. It felt good but kind of sad too. I took Steffi, Coley, and Ryan to Albemarle where they saw Mocha (who also gave an amazing greeting) and reunited with their mom later that day. I expected to feel relieved when the kids went with their mom. I was ready to take a big sigh and fully relax. Instead, I felt very sad. As hard as parts of the trip were, I think we bonded more than ever.
Now, Artie sits in the driveway and honestly looks a little pathetic. As if begging for the next big adventure. Or, maybe it is me that is begging for the next big adventure. I loved our amazing vacation, and I loved coming home. But there is so much more to it than that. I have a whole new education and respect for RV living. I definitely didn't win any awards for being super mom, but I did keep a clean kitchen, supplied breakfast, lunch, and some dinners (with John's help), kept up with the laundry, and came home happy. I cannot wait to see what we do next. Whatever it is, I'll be ready.
