Home. Sweet Desert Home.

    Oh.  My.  Goodness.  Talk about a whirlwind.  I hit the floor running at 4 am on Friday morning and feel as though I’ve been spinning since.  Don’t get me wrong – I’m certainly not complaining.  I mean really.  What is there to complain about?  A trip to one of my absolute favorite spots on Earth?  The fine wine and dining I experienced there?  The opportunity to meet some of the women (Jo-Lynne and Stephanie) who inspired me to start my own blog?  Or maybe a weekend spent surrounded by a bunch of groovy blogging mommas where I learned tons of bloggity basics from some of the very best?  I know.  It’s a tough life.  

     What’s more is that as one of the two Disney Mom Panelists present, my incessant chatter about the ins and outs of planning a Disney vacation was not only tolerated, but appreciated!  How cool is that?  It was so fun to be able to share tips and tricks with all of the fabulous momma bloggers Disney invited in for the weekend.  Though I must admit that I’m still baffled by the sheer number of Disney novices out there.  C’mon people, jump on the Mickey train here!  I’m tellin’ ya – you’re so missing a good thing.

     Anyway.

     Can we talk airports for a minute?  If there is one thing of which I’m certain, it is that I am not, and will never be, a road warrior.  Air travel is just not my thing.  Here are my issues:

     1. I’m a germaphobe.  I have to try to avoid thinking about all the germs and whatnot floating around in the cabin of the plane.  The recirculated air.  The tin can of a toilet.  The close quarters with sneezing, coughing, nose-blowing strangers.  Ick.  It sorta makes my skin crawl.

     2. The brainiacs at the baggage claim who clamor around the spinning belt-o-bags and form an impenetrable human wall-o-bodies drive me mad.  It just makes no sense.  Imagine how much lovelier an experience suitcase retrieval would be if we all just took a few steps back and approached the turn-style only upon sighting our bag.  Apparently this is far too radical of a concept for the average American traveler to grasp.

     3. Long flights (like the 3.5 hour one from Atlanta to Tucson) are, shall we say, a challenge for me.  Maybe I’ve got ADHD or something but I can barely handle sitting in one place for so long.  It’s not that I didn’t bring on-board entertainment.  Books, music, magazines and the like only last me so long though.  And without Jeff around for me to pester, I tend to exhaust my supply of patience fairly quickly. 

     4.  The control thing.  Waiting on delayed planes is not my strong suit.  I’m not a terribly huge fan of placing my life in the hands of complete strangers either.  There I go again, splitting hairs.  I just don’t enjoy the utter relinquishment of control that flying involves.  It’s another of those limitations that is coherent with the type-A in me. 

     So, you can understand how happy I was to step foot out of the airport last night.  Only recently has this spot of ours in Arizona started to feel like home.  The cacti and bright moon in the desert sky last night were welcome sights for my weary eyes. 

     I love Disney World.  I loved hanging with the momma bloggers and catching up with the Cast Members I met in December.  I loved the Beach Club.  But boy, did I love coming home.  My sleeping babies.  My husband, giddy to see me.  My bed.  My comfy, rarely quiet, often messy home.  There’s just nothing like it.