My flight from Denver to home leaves in about 8 hours. A little less.
I'm not counting down because I'm dying to go home, because I'm really not dying to go home (although, of course there's a lot that's just more comfortable when you're home). I'm not really counting down at all. This is just the latest I've slept since getting here and I noticed the time when I woke up. That's all. (:
I've really enjoyed the visit. While I was careful not to use the word 'vacation' when telling people about my upcoming trip (is there anything about watching seven kids for a few days that screams 'vacation!'? - I didn't think so either.), there has definitely been a lot of fun and sometimes relaxing too. (: I mean, overall I really wasn't overly stressed about anything while I was here. Sure there were times when the kids were easier to take care of than others, but it's really been a very enjoyable trip. I've had a lot of fun with the kids and some really good conversations with my sister and brother-in-law.
I will say that I'm really grateful that tomorrow is a holiday and that I'll have that day off before going back to work (I'm planning to sleep through the holiday). And I'm really grateful that my borderline being sick has held off for a couple of weeks. And I'm really hoping I don't get nailed as soon as I get home. But if I do... That's what sick days are for. (:
With those random - and possibly incomprehensible - thoughts, I'll leave you with this cute picture.