They cheerfully hauled our 30+ pieces of luggage (ok that includes carry on) and dropped us at our real home that is only ours, and we had a party.
Like only 6 and 8 year olds can.
At 130 am these two had a joyful reunion with their workbooks.
Now 4 days later we look like a house of hoarders. Piles everywhere of random stuff.
A towel and things drying that got drowned in bubble bath that I forgot to put in a ziplock bag.
And the schedule, oh the schedule. Yesterday people went to bed anywhere between 3 and 8 pm (I was last), and by 11 pm the first ones started waking up asking for food. We were all up for the day by 3 am.
Hard boiled eggs for lunch.
Kids went to a conveniently scheduled weeklong tck camp for the afternoon, while I entered the local police station (aka nicotine chamber) to register our return.
Goodbye land of imagined privacy, hello land where your business is everybody’s.
Takeout for dinner. Again.
But we are home.