Back to Life

...Back to re-al-i-ty. What? Don't pretend that you never listened to En Vogue. And now, you can't get that song out of your head. (I am truly sorry about that. Really.) I must say, coming back from our mini vacay was a little bit rough. I mean, Chicago and Milwaukee weren't exactly blue skies and ocean views, but it was just what we needed. We had so much fun visiting with old work and medical school friends. It was so hard to come home to real life.

I'm not sure what we were thinking when we left. Apparently, we thought we were going to be gone for an entire month as opposed to the five days we were actually gone. Our fridge is so empty. We threw food away, dumped out milk, and didn't go grocery shopping before we left. Seriously, when I start eating Stella's gummy vitamins, because there is not a sweet thing in the house, I know I've hit rock bottom.  Don't worry. I only ate two. It could have been worse.  I guess instead of dreaming about reading books and sleeping on porch swings, I could wipe down the fridge and then go grocery shopping.  OR, I could just continue to open the fridge and every cupboard over and over again hoping that something delicious is going to magically appear.  You would've thought I had grown out of that game. Nope. I just keep playing even though I always lose.

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