Well, we survived a hurricane and the plane trip home. We are glad to be back in our own home and ready to get back into the swing of things.
Our flight home was uneventful except for a little fussing on Owen’s part. We were almost ready to land and he decided that he was not happy and would not be consoled. It only lasted about 3 minutes at the most but it seemed like an eternity for Kris and I as we frantically tried to hand him things, passed him back and forth and shushed him. I finally strong armed the little guy and jammed the pacifier in his mouth. He didn’t like it but he was quiet the rest of the way.
We arrived around 7:45 this morning and Kris was off to work by 10:00. He has a meeting that will last the rest of the day and they are providing lunch so he’s taken care of for the day…hopefully there won’t be much expected of the poor tired man.
I was hoping to get a nap when I got home but it hasn’t happened yet. I’m still hoping that somehow I can fit one in before choir rehearsal tonight. I hate being tired when I get in there. Owen was pretty happy and excited when we got home but after feeding him around 10:00 he started showing signs of sleepiness. I rocked him for about 5 minutes and he drifted off. He is still sleeping and it is now 12:30. Poor kid was pooped-out. I didn’t lay down myself because our lawn needed mowing. It was really bad. I had intended to cut it the day we left but it rained and I had about four unexpected errends that I had to run. So…It looked like a forest before I started chopping. I’m going to have to cut it again in a couple days. There was just so much grass it just won’t look right until I give it a second trim.
I hear Owen waking up so I’d better run. I’m glad to be home.