I haven't had much time to write. We returned home late Tuesday night. Both of my older kids (sincerely) exclaimed when we walked in the door, "Why is the house so clean??" (They slept while I cleaned the night before we left and then I transferred them early from their beds to the car in the morning.) I told them it was because they had been making messes at grandma and grandpa's house, instead of in their own. Within three minutes the house looked like a tornado had hit. I was even surprised at the quick transformation.
My husband had the following day off, and then he would be on call the following night (the 30 hour shift). He got home later that night, and seemed a bit in shock at the scene. He was kind. He made little comments about how "we" needed to clean up the house, unpack and put things where they go. But after spending more time at home the following day, I think it hit him that I was not planning on cleaning. Unfortunately, I had spent all of my energy helping my parents clean and organize. And now I needed a vacation, after my vacation.
And the house just kept getting worse. Darn, I should have taken a picture. It really was amazing.
Finally, my husband said, "Okay, you can have a vacation while I'm on call tomorrow, but the house has to be clean by 2:00 p.m. on Friday."
Seriously, I think the "giving orders thing" might be getting to his head.