It's Tuesday and I've been home three days. With jetlag, which I describe as having the worst hangover ever without having had even one drink which sucks totally. I've also got hay fever still, sore throat and other stuff, but at least I'm home in my own environment which helps when you feel like this, except when the dogs bark. That doesn't help.
The flight home was uneventful, two nice young girls sitting next to me and all they did was sleep. The two kids sitting behind us didn't sleep, they yelled and kicked the seats. I didn't sleep this time, I was too busy being uncomfortable in the seat I think.
Arrived in Melbourne, bus back to Geelong, mum picked me up and drove me home. The babysitter had left but the girls were here to welcome me. Chellcee was beside herself and all she could do was bite me, after a little while Marlee and Chellcee lay in their baskets and Max fluffed around and eventually settled on the couch. All very subdued and quiet. Then when Chellcee came out of her basket and rolled over for me to pat her tummy I found a huge rash that has put a real downer on my holiday, I felt guilty and really upset to see her tummy and the dreadlocks in their hair because they hadn't been brushed.
At least I'm home and I can sort this out, get my clothes unpacked and back in the wardrobe and me ready to get back to (ugh) work (ugh).
Until next time ...
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