As if Mondays aren't already hard enough, my mini-vacation came to an end today. After my sister picked me up from the airport this morning and dropped me off at home, I jumped in my car, grabbed breakfast on the go, and headed back to work for a reality check. I feel as if I need a vacation from my vacation. I just want to curl up in bed with a good book and read myself to sleep. Please tell me I'm not the only one who struggles with this? Fortunately, Hector and I leave for Kauai in just 31 days, but who's counting right?