Reality Check

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The hardest part of spending a week in Europe with your hubbie, is re-entry into the real world.

After a week of strolling for hours, going to art expositions, enjoying delicious meals, in-depth conversations, candle lit wine bars and lazy mornings it's reality time.....
Making school lunches,
Getting copied on email from fellow mothers who are not satisfied with the way the teacher's gift was handled (!)
Getting Hubbie's car fixed because it won't start,
Calling the plumber because the bathroom sink is leaking
Participating in the shopping frenzy because we don't want our kids to be the only one's with no presents under the Christmas tree.
Oh and son #2 having a head full of lice....
But the worse part has to be being back behind the wheel. After walking six hours a day, spending those same six hours behind a wheel is torture for my body and soul.
Having to deal with morons who still think they can text and drive is just sooooo hard.
Having to deal with drivers who should never have had their license in the first place behind the wheel of a suburban is still not pretty.
Oh and of course because everyone is so stressed about their holiday shopping,  everyone feels entitled to be just that little bit more rude and obnoxious to fellow drivers.
Yeap! the hardest part about being back is the reality check,

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