Coming home from vacation is so hard.
Why is there so much junk in the mailbox?
Why is there so much laundry on the floor?
Why is there nothing but condiments in my refrigerator?
Why is my dog attacking my travel loofah?
Why did I think I would need a loofah just for traveling?
I guess I have to stop sleeping until noon.
I suppose I’ll have to start reading something other than Us, People, OK! and In Touch.
And you’re probably going to tell me that I can’t keep eating mimosas and brownies for breakfast.
I’ve got to do something here.
Action must be taken.
I need to pull myself out of this back home bell jar.