Day Twenty of Twenty.
I had to be at Oakland at 6am to fly to Salt Lake City (what is that?!?) and then to Dallas. Another sleepless night, totally jet-lagged, but at least the shuttle guy was friendly. We talked about Paris. He was planning to go in March of next year. I was envious.
It was all worth it though, to come home to my three favorite boys, roses, and animal crackers. Even the house wasn’t as messy as I had imagined. Although the floor hadn’t been mopped. Back to work, mom. Back to work.
Day Twenty of Twenty. Adventure over. Time to kiss the boys goodnight and watch Teeth with Matt.