Our flights there and back were obscenely early. Both departed at 6:30am so coming and going we had to wake up at zero dark thirty. I hated ever single second of our flights to and from Europe and normally I hate every second of air travel just going coast to coast but surprisingly it just wasn't that bad. And I didn't feel like a total wreck when I got off the plane. I may have looked like one but I felt okay. I am NOT plane pretty. I am more like plane plain when I have a long flight ahead of me. It's yoga pants, converse, glasses and Vaseline on my lips. I asked Mj. Do I look awful? He said no and he would totally tell me the truth so that's good enough for me.
On the way there I worked on my novel for about 4 hours. No new pages really, just fine tuning. Which was definitely too long for me to be staring at a white screen with tiny words thousands of feet in the air because by the time I shut my lap top my stomach was queasy and I was looking around for the barf bags. The five hour flight was over before I knew it. Same thing on the way home. I worked on my novel for most of it then napped. Maybe early morning instead of our usual red eye flights is the way to go. Airport bathrooms however are always terrible and awkward. Mj never had to use them but I did. I bend over to pull my pants down and my head hits the wall. Then I'm hanging onto the hand rail for dear life as I hover and squat because nobody sits on those toilets right?
We made it home by 11:30am which was great. We unpacked and by that I mean threw almost everything in the laundry. I decided to hit the gym. If not now then when? Turns out it was the most awesome elliptical work out ever. I had an hour to burn. Literally. So Mj suggested I take a movie he'd ordered off iTunes (Hit & Run) and watch it on his iPad. I forgot I was working out and it flew by. It was like I was sweating profusely while watching a movie and the whole burning 630 calories thing was a bonus. I watched the last 20 minutes later that day. When I got home Mj was winding down for a nap. I was tired but that gym work out revved me up a little. I just didn't feel I had enough time to sleep, wake up and still be functional. Between finishing laundry, eating, watching a few shows and recovering from the shock of finding out that my favorite bra had split in half I never got around to that nap.
Yes, you read that right. When I took my bra out of the dryer it was literally split in half. Normally I don't put them in the dryer but I wanted to wear it that night so went ahead and did it. It's been in the dryer plenty of times before back when I used to dry them so I figured no big deal. It's a Victoria's Secret Biofit bra and honestly, I've had the thing since 2008 so I guess it was just time for it to split. It's my only nude bra with straps so now I have to add trip to Victoria's Secret to my list of things to do.
So on top of the five hour flight, gym and laundry we went to a 7:00pm Padre game that night. The Braves were in town and Mj had to see them so that was that. Bedtime did not come until around 11:30am but it was so deliciously wonderful to be in my own bed. I'm on the juice for the next few days to cleanse myself of all the crap I've been foolishly putting into my body and then I'll be starting the Advocare herbal cleanse. It's a detox that includes food so that's pretty exciting. I need to get back to making better food choices again. No more vacations until December so that should help! I'll be back with a vacation recap and that darn giveaway I keep mentioning. I promise! It's really going to happen.
By the way thank you soooo much for all of your wonderful comments on this post and crystallizing the concept that popularity is totally overrated. I have such great readers and have made such amazing connections with other bloggers just being who I am. Nothing else really matters. Duh.