We've been back almost a week, and what a week it's been. On my way to pick Quinn up from daycare on Tuesday, I was rear-ended and pushed into the stopped car in front of me. There were no injuries, just new dents to both ends of my car a month before we're planning on selling it. Then, yesterday, in an epic miscommunication, Chris and I both ended up buying formula but neither one of us picked up Quinn from daycare. When Chris walked in the door at 5:35, he apologized for being a few minutes late (I was supposed to leave for yoga at 5:30) explaining that he'd had to stop to get the formula. "I GOT THE FORMULA," I said, and then we both looked at each other in horror as we realized that neither one of us had Bug. I swear, the universe is telling us to go back on vacation.
Hard to believe it was only a week ago we were here: