I am exhausted. Totally. Maybe it was staying up to midnight and beyond every night when my usual bedtime is 9:30. But when you get to spend a week with your daughter, son-in-law and granddaughters having an X-Men marathon, binging on Red Vines, popcorn, ice cream with Hershey’s chocolate syrup, and salt and vinegar chips, eating take-out every night, and shopping ’til you drop, exhaustion seems a small price to pay. Before I returned home yesterday, my husband reminded me that I can’t act like a college kid at home because he’s an old man and needs his sleep. He need not have worried. I’m an old woman and I need my sleep, too. But it sure was fun!
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