There’s no place like home. Maybe you get the warm fuzzies when hearing, reading, or experiencing these five words. Most people do. But right now, that quote isn’t exactly my motto of the day. I am undeniably suffering from the post-mom-vacation hangover. I feel guilt and sadness—guilt because, quite frankly, being home stinks at the moment… literally and figuratively (there was a poop on my pillow incident… dignity was almost lost). While my toddler erupts in fits of tiredness and frustration and my boys argue and tussle back-and-forth across the living room floor, I daydream of being back on the beach, lying with bubbly in hand (vanilla Coke—duh), and my mind engulfed in my newest read. My vacation away was glorious, relaxing, non-stressful, so why do I feel so on edge now that I’m home? How did the refreshment die so quickly? The answer is simple—post-mom-vacation hangover. That’s the only way I can describe my current situation (well, that and my sinful, selfish nature… ugh).
Reality takes pleasure in slamming you across the face with a 2×4 to snap you out of your heaven-on-earth experiences. Life is not all sandy beaches and sunshine. Trust you me! It’s messy and hard and smack full of roller coaster emotions. It is putty smooshed in my carpet and my name being called 4,286 times per
day minute! This is my life. I could sit on my tail and bemoan my current poopy lot in life while wishing to be in a tropical paradise far FAR away, or I can let my reality take me back to the center of where I am supposed to be… where I’m needed and loved (despite the lies that the tantrums might seem to tell).
Here is my calling. This IS my life. It’s in the aftermath of the meltdowns when my baby girl whimpers and quivers that lower lip while tucking her head beneath mine and grasping my sides tightly as I cuddle up closely to her and sway gently side-to-side that I am reminded that this IS my paradise. These are the greatest gifts I have ever received, and doing life with them is exactly what I need.
I refuse to allow post-vacation blues to get me down and snuff out my mommy light. I will think fondly on my time away… yes. But I will then draw my attention back to the here and now where my God-given life’s calling has placed me. It’s not so bad, you know. Tired, cranky children mean that our lives are full of every day adventures and meaningful activities. It means zero boredom or lack of entertainment. Blessings, blessings are ALL around. I refuse to allow the post-mom-vacation hangover to steal any of it away from me! I’ll just be here hooked to a coffee IV, curled up with three amazing kiddos, planning our next tropical getaway.