Well, my sister is married, the girls were in their first wedding, and we survived our first family plane trip. After a week of changed meal times, less than normal amounts of sleep, and just a general lack of usual routine, I fully expected to come home to the girls crashing. And by crashing I mean having major meltdowns. And while they have yet to have one, I seem to be having a meltdown of my own.
I am tired and crabby. Exaggerated by the dramamine I took before the flight this morning and unpacking the suitcases in a stuffy house. But despite my end-of-the-trip, Oscar-the-Grouch attitude, it really was a wonderful week. Full of laughter with friends and family, good food, dancing, and nurturing the love of travel and exploration in our children.
More from our trip to come. For now, I'll just leave with this.
More of these to come later too.