Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

I’m home…and already missing Colorado, my mom’s house, waking up to breakfast already made, coffee with a mountain view, and those psycho hummingbirds flying around like tiny caffeinated crackheads on sugar water.

The drive home was brutal. What should’ve been a 9.5 hour drive turned into a shit show because apparently every road crew in America decided today was the perfect day for construction. The last two hours felt like I was trapped in a never-ending orange cone nightmare.

Now I’m back to reality…laundry, unpacking, dishes, and Kansas humidity instead of cool mountain mornings. My daughter is already asking for Dee-ma (how my daughter says grandma), and so am I.

My mom did send me home with Pueblo green chilis though, so now I’m looking forward to making chicken enchiladas with pork green chili tonight, which might be the only thing softening the blow of being home…and being back to my husband isn’t too bad either. 🤓

Colorado always feels a little like pressing pause on real life for me. Then the second I get home it’s, “Welcome back, here’s 14 loads of laundry and an empty fridge.”

Still worth it though. My heart needed that trip more than I realized.

Now it’s Saturday and time to unpack my life since last night was full of hugs, karaoke, and more wine-ding down than I should have done.