We just got back from a week long vacation in Mexico.
Like last year, we spent a week sunning, swimming, stuffing our faces, napping, and waking up to start the cycle all over again.
As is the case with all good things, it was over too fast.
Even though I had gotten to the point of just eating fruit for breakfast because I simply could not stuff myself three times a day for a whole week…. I still enjoyed it.
Coming home for me meant remembering how to cook, ugh. And before that, going to the grocery store and buying food to do something with at home.
The kids and I walked through Trader Joe’s in a daze, them asking why can’t we just live in Mexico, me trying to find that secret aisle that will have everything I need to make fast, easy, delicious, healthy dinners for the next week without having to THINK about it.
The 4 year old probably got hit the hardest since we’ve been back home.
It didn’t take her more than a couple days on vacation to recognize what “all inclusive” means in terms of eating options…. and before long she stopped going up to the buffet with me all together. Instead, she chose to relax at the table, and airily directed me to bring her back an assortment of things to try.
Today, on our first morning back, she is requesting sushi, chocolate pastry, and maybe a waffle if it’s not too much trouble.
The stark reality of cold cereal and orange juice left her looking a little shell shocked…..