The inevitable waking at 3am was not helped by the Punk Rocker, who is practically nocturnal these days (partly due to a part time graveyard shift job). Oblivious to other humans in the house, he proceeded to sing for a good fifteen minutes. I was just about to get up and hiss at him when he disappeared into
Rose at 5am, had to have a nap at 3pm on the first day. Didn't do much better on the second day, and today I managed to sleep till 6.30am, which may sound normal to some but is not my idea of a reasonable time to be getting up and starting the day.
Meanwhile, I have been tackling everything that seems to have been put "on hold" in my month long absence despite the presence of various warm bodies in the house throughout that time. (Ball & Chain, Ex-Queenager, Punk Rocker, I'm looking at all of you.)
My back garden looks like a scene from one of those movies where the earth is scorched and civilization has come to an end. The front isn't much better, with all my lovely potted plants either dead or shriveled. Thank goodness the plant shops are now selling everything at 50% off so I have just re-stocked. Given that it's currently about 90 Fahrenheit (32 Celsius) I won't be planting till it's cooled off and I have a chilled glass of white in my hands. (Any excuse...)
My Tupperware cabinet looks like it has exploded. You can't even open the door without lids and size 11 bowls flying all over the place. Sigh. The pots and pans drawer isn't much better, with large pots balanced on top of smaller ones, instead of..... well, you know how they should be stacked. And don't get me started on the pantry. I'm not particularly Type A, but I do think it makes sense to keep cereal together, tea & coffee together, tins on one shelf, oils and condiments somewhat close to each other. You know, just in case you need to find something in under an hour. Well, let's just say it's not like that at the moment.
Mine doesn't look like this.
Oh yes, the vacation's definitely over.