Back. And Happy.

Back from the Happiest Place On Earth, the Magic Kingdom, the House of Mouse, Disneyland. Exhausted from travel and kid wrangling and a loooooooooong day of running around the park itself yesterday, but feeling relatively calm and whelmed (as opposed to overwhelmed). Glad to be home. Also feeling good that yesterday's long anticipated taking-the-kid-to-Disneyland-for-the-first-time experience turned out to be pretty much a perfect storybook "I'll always remember this" kind of day. There is much to report. There will be many details (probably more than anyone really cared to know). There will certainly be a gazillion pictures, at some point. But for now, there is my own bed calling, and the relatively calm and whelmed part of me knows that the sensible thing to do is answer that call. ("Hello, Julie? It's your bed. Come sleep, you're still getting over being sick and dragging your big preggo self up, down and all over Disneyland didn't help. Come to sleeeeeep." "But Bed, there's pictures to play with! Email to catch up on! Blogs to read! Stuff to unpack!" "That crap can wait, darlin'. Come to me. You'll thank me in the morning when the kid wakes up at the crack of 6 to demand his new toys." "Awww, you're right, Bed. Of course you're right. Here I come.")

Mmmmm bed. And tonight I can almost breathe normally again! Woo!