After the December Hawaii trip we were ready to come home, sleep in our own bed, and lock the kids back in their cages.
Our flight back home departed at 9:30pm so we didn't get home to Utah until 7am. We were tired.
Poor me. I was feeling sorry for myself after a long night of travel even though I had just spent a week in paradise.
That's when the universe slapped me in the face with some reality. Being sad about a plane ride when you just spent a week in Hawaii is a stupid thing to be sad about.
You know what is a good reason to be sad?
When your dishwasher leaked the whole time you were out of town and now you have water damage everywhere.
Our wood floor was saturated and part of our carpet was soaked and black from mold.
We had to call in some disaster clean up crew to dry the floors out. Loud machines covered our floor for 4 days.
Ryan and Tyler thought all the machines were an obstacle course. They loved it until Ryan tripped and cut his upper lip.
Seig Heil Ryan.
It's not a total loss though. The floor looks fine, insurance paid for everything, and I get new carpet and a new floor.
So actually, thanks universe.