A protective shield on the portal

It’s Tuesday!  Is it really Tuesday??

Ever since I quit my “real” job a year and a half ago, I’ve had trouble grasping what day of the week it is.  The days of a Diva Handler all look very similar, so sometimes it’s hard to tell.  Throw in the fact that I’m usually in the midst of planning activities for next month’s calendar, and that adds a whole ‘nother level of confusion to the mix.

Yes, I still use a calendar, but every once in a while, I’m shocked by what day it is.

July?  It’s July?
Tuesday?  It’s Tuesday?

Coming home from a whirlwind trip doesn’t make things easier, either.  We flew in from Vegas last night (and boy are our arms tired!). 

I am so glad we were there to share such a special occasion with my sister, but it’s nice to be home.  When we went on our 12-day Road Trip, 99.2% of it was fabulous.  This trip was a different story.

However, the most important parts were fantastic:  Claire loved flying in the plane and did so wonderfully.  Claire was an awesome flower girl, and I dare say, stole the show.  The handsome groom and beautiful bride?  Happy.  The pictures from the ceremony and festivities?  Fantastic.  The hotel where the wedding was?  Fabulous.

The hotel where we actually stayed?  Hmmm.  Not so much any of those things.

Vegas in general?  Whoooooo boy.  I knew it would be hot, and I knew Vegas would be a challenge with a child, and I knew this would be a totally different trip than our Vegas of the past…and I was right.  Just once, I’d be totally okay with being wrong.  Honestly, I would. 

When I’ve summoned more energy, I’ll share.

In the meantime, they say:  What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas…I just never saw it as a protective shield on the portal, and I really hope that’s true.