that thing

that thing where you come back from vacation to a pile of bills and a pile of work and cat vomit on the floor and sour milk in the fridge and the kids have homework (which, let's face it, means you have homework too) and it's not that you thought vacation could or would (or even should) last forever but you sure wish you could rewind to last week when you were just pulling up to the ocean for the first time and you immediately turned off that part of your brain that does all the worrying about all the things, just for a little while, because you knew you could.