On the way to Montauk, my Dad said “Before you know it, we’ll be in the car on the way home.”  In my head I thought, “Psh, I don’t even remember what the word vacation means. I do however, know what seven days off from work means, and that is an utter eternity.”

Low and behold, the week flew.  I had just gotten into the hang of beach reading without my sunglasses and mid-day soft serve.  Then it was over! Felt like a dream.  At least I have this blog thing as proof that it happened.  But seriously, what the heck am I going to take pictures of now?  Pigeons and homeless dudes?

To be honest, getting back to work today wasn’t that bad.  I was really dreading it, but after getting back into the swing of things it’s not the demon I had made it out to be (or at least that’s the story I’m sticking to).

This week is going to be stressful at work, so I knew I needed my Monday night yoga class to get my head on straight.  It’s amazing how spending an hour with your arms bound around your back while sitting on your head with one leg in the air can make you feel balanced again.  For me during class, I get a little confused.  I think it’s all the blood rushing to my head, and the intensive breathing that makes me feel woozy.  I don’t know whether I should prepare myself to throw up, or to hear the voice of God.  Either way you walk out of that studio feeling like you’ve been through something important. You walk a little taller. You survived.

Although, I wouldn’t consider my Monday night to be completely balanced without Panda Puffs and The Bachelorette.

I had to make dinner quick because I walked into my apartment 20 minutes after Bach had started, and my roommate was going to send me to the guillotine if she couldn’t press play on our DVR immediately.

I put some frozen blueberries in to make it a bit more…. adult.  Why adult you ask? Because this is the box my Panda Puffs came in.  I have to give Caitlin props for this gem. 

Yes Mom, it’s organic.

What? I take my cereal seriously.