The return

So, yes, I'm back from CIY.  I wonder, sometimes, if CIY is like childbirth.  An amazing experience, but after a time you forget how tiring and difficult and challenging it can be.  (I've been told childbirth can be like that, and I can see the point.  The memory of the pain is still sharp, but my leeriness for it is fading.)  Can I say, I'm EXHAUSTED?  Yes.  All caps.  I should be napping.  But I missed my husband even more than I missed my sleep.  Really.  So, instead I think we'll spend naptime catching up on together time by catching up on some of the TV shows we love to watch together and laugh over together.  Last night was Psych.  Today very like Warehouse 13 and Eureka, maybe White Collar.  And now I hear my baby.  So much for naptime.