Re-entry.

After a whirling, swirling week-end away in Bar Harbor with an entire roomful of scrapbooking ladies getting their scrappin' groove on for three days straight...I am HOME.

This....now THIS is a masterpiece in progress....

And it surely is a nice place to be.
Although, the "re-entry" back into real life is always a bit of a shocker...

Like being awakened out of a dead-man's slumber this morning to a Ransom yelling at the top of his lungs:  "Ohhhh Daaaaadddyyyy!  Where ARE youuuuuuu?"

Or, like getting everyone settled with snacks and books, so that I could stumble back upstairs with my cup of coffee to get myself ready for the day....and tripping over - I don't really know what....myself, I guess - and spilling said cup 'o joe all over my white bed skirt.

Or...like all of us just catching up with each other because I've been gone for three days...and forgetting about the 15 GALLONS of sap that we have boiling down on the stove in the garage....and having it go waaaay past the point of no return.  And so, there goes 15 gallons of hard work and hours of boiling down gone - just like that.

You know.
Real life stuff.
Whateve....
It is what it is.

Three days of being with friends, and of being pampered with not having to make our own meals...and of getting up whenever we wanted...and of getting things accomplished without constant and crazy interruptions...and of tons of fun foodies and treats all make for the coming back HOME - whilst quite loopy  and bleary-eyed from later than usual nights of working - also make for me being refreshed and (somewhat) ready to re-enter the real world of crazy.

So, here's to coffee stained beds, and kitchens of chaos.

Here's to little boy hugs and messy, spitty kisses.
Here's to bedhead alarm clocks and the photo albums getting tucked away for another year.
Here's to what should have been maple syrup, instead turning into "Jack Wax."

 A dark, chewy molassey type of toffee.

And whilst, in the back recesses of your brain you do detect the faint taste of "burnt," it actually doesn't taste all that bad.  And the gooey-ness of it, is really quite amazing.  Like - you can't talk for a good five minutes because of all of the necessary chewing - kind of amazing.  I kind of like it.

And here's to Hubbies who conquered while their wives were away.
You rock, Kevy.  Hardcore.  And you even bathed my children while I was gone.
Now that's a real man.