Hungover

After a short hiatus, it's back to the real world tomorrow for the Haygoods. I sank into a depression this weekend due to my vacation hangover, ready to be safely nestled in our corner of the Midwest yet unwilling to return as a productive member of society.

I don't want to adult anymore. I want to sit in my kid's tent and eat popcorn and hide from The Real World of Work and Responsibilities. I've tearfully pitched several plans of escape that include shiny new identities and mansions purchased from our illegal gambling spree and/ or the profits from our drug cartel, but he denies them all with a sigh and shake of his head. 

I have been told that I am being dramatic. 

As I lay on the floor pondering the meaning of life and wallowing in self pity and the dregs of my vacation hangover, I firmly disagree.