Last week we made a trip to my hometown to visit Aunt Banana for a few days. We filled the days with visits and activities, with lots of park and play set time thrown in. You gotta love a visit that includes greasy food, garden hoeing, library visits, swinging and fresh tats. For the first couple of days I’m always amazed that I actually kind of like it there. It’s quiet and peaceful, it feels safe there, I worry less about something happening to the kids. But by the third day I am bored out of my mind, completely out of ideas for what to do with the kids and can’t wait to get back home and sleep in my own bed. It is nice that we live close enough to make short visits but far enough away that I feel a sense of relief when we drive away. It’s a strange sort of combination of feelings. I’m always glad to go, but equally glad to leave.

All photos from our trip can be seen here.