Back to normal

Right now is really not a good time for me to sit down and write. I have so much to do, so many things to accomplish. The worst part of coming home from a vacation is putting stuff away. I can't even begin to tell you how much I hate doing this, nevertheless, I have to do it.

That said, while trying to toilet train Caleb, having to say goodbye to Benny, and doing the dishes, I decided to choose this very time, to sit down and write. Man, I do have my priorities straight! Really, I have realized recently, that I am not the type of person who makes a to do list, and follows through thoroughly. I tackle my tasks in random orders. I work better this way, weird, I know, but this works for me.

I knew when we left for our vacation a few weeks ago, that I would grumble once we get back. Although it was four weeks, seemed long, it was never long enough. It pained both Benny and me to see the difficult separation between his parents and their grandchildren. It made us think twice about staying here in Los Angeles for the next ten years. I remember hearing someone said once, that you always go back to where you came from. Maybe it is true; it is time to think about going back, going home.

On the other hand, if you ever wonder, how it is like to go on a plane ride with two children under three...well, let me put it in this way: it was pure torture. For us, at least. While sitting at the gate, waiting to come home, I spotted a young girl, traveling by herself. There was nothing else besides one clean, small suitcase standing by her feet. Then I looked around us, there was one huge diaper bag (with stuff coming out), one packpack, two camera bags, one car seat, and one stroller. I never appreciated the freedom of traveling by myself before we had kids; now we will have to wait for another few years before we get to travel free again. Once we got on the plane, the nightmare began. You know how you never wished that one noisy, loud, wailing child was yours when you go on a plane ride? Well, in our case, this one noisy, loud, wailing child was ours--our princess. For almost an hour straight, Benny and I were praying, pleading, almost shedding tears, for Abby to stop crying. To no avail. I could feel the heat from everyone's stare; it was burning through my seat.

Looking back, I am just glad we survived another plane ride. I am glad we are home, safe and sound. I am also glad the kiddos can get back to their normal routine, back to normal. Although it is hard to comprehend that it will be another year before we can go on another vacation, it is easier this time, knowing that we are moving back home, soon.