We left the resort in Punta Cana at 6:30pm on Saturday, and only landed in Ottawa at 3:15am on Sunday. By the time we got home at about 4:15am, we were exhausted. We were also disappointed that the window was open, and that Enzo was still out.
He didn’t come home till about 8:30am on Sunday. By mid afternoon, both my boys were dead tired:
The house was so quiet all day. Much sleeping occurred.
As for me, I only had one thing on my mind.
Seriously, since Friday I was reciting to Angelo in great detail exactly what I was going to put in my Green Smoothie when I got home.
This is what happens when you go a week eating crap food and too much of it.