We made it home. Safe and sound and sleepy.
The red-eye always seems like such a good idea. In theory. The boys will sleep! We’ll have some peace and quiet! We’ll have the whole day ahead of us to recover!
But somewhere along the line I forgot that the flight home is only 4 hours. That having “the whole day ahead of us” means sleepwalking through most of it. That coming home from a 3 week vacation means no food in the house. That it will take us all week to recover.
Still, as we walked to our apartment from the train station, dragging our 9 bags and 2 children behind us (plus the one who leads the way everywhere I go), I couldn’t help but enjoy seeing our neighborhood with fresh eyes, in a different light. Has that building always been there? Are there always this many people on the go at 7:00am? Do we usually get so many smiles?
Or am I just happy to be home?