Why is it that getting home from a vacation is so stressful?
Despite two weeks of doing not much more than relaxing, I'm wiped out.
Why is it that the routine of activities, house-cleaning, general maintenance, summer jobs, fun, and naps is so difficult to reestablish?
Of course Prince Charming had to go to work this morning. Of course he did.
Why is it that the arguing, screaming, clutter, and dirtying of dishes are the first things to fall back into place?
Oh, relaxing vacation! Where art thou? Thou art but a vague, distant memory, though ended only yesterday.
Oh, for something easy, something familiar, something normal, that doesn't include arguing, mediating, or high-pitched voices. Maybe I should just go do laundry...