The long weekend was hardly relaxing. I did get to have some fun downtown with my husband, Tim. But most of the time was spent moving into our new home. A 26 ft U-Haul and 2 packed cars of stuff was sorted through and situated into the house while two rambunctious kids who'd been without their disciplinarian mom for two months ran around like maniacs. My anxiety was not ready.

I hate to say it, but these kiddos of mine showed up having forgotten all their manners and all the rules I'd ever taught them. Timbo is far more easy going than I am and lets a lot of things slide. It's a pretty good balance when I am around to tip the scale in the other direction, but now they are kind of rotten and I'm trying to undo it all. I feel bad, but I spent a lot of the weekend scolding the boys. Aiden (the 9 year old) has a mouth on him that I don't even understand how Tim hasn't popped him in it. Liam (toddler) throws tantrums that make me want to throw myself out of a window. Honestly, I feel like they hate me right now. But I can't let my kids be crap humans. Hope they enjoyed their two month respite 'cause Mommy is back on the job.

As for my husband, what an adjustment to communicate in person and be reintroduced to all the habits with which I learned to live but definitely hate. And I know he feels the same way about me. He moves so quickly, always wanting to get things done right away. I do not live by that philosophy at home. We're clashing. Tim also doesn't like how long it takes me to get to the point of a story, so that's been a struggle too. I'm so sensitive, I kind of throw a fit about it.

I know it will take a minute to acclimate myself to this family life again, but I wouldn't have it any other way. And on days it feels too hard, I always have wine! Cheers!