It only took twenty hours, two planes, two cars and human kindness to get home, but we made it. Fortunately, Andria lucked out in the uncle department and we got picked up from LAX in rush hour traffic and ferried to his house (where our car was) for albondigas soup and tortillas (bless them). I've never been so happy to see a zucchini. I was equally happy to see the jalapeno, but I think my stomach may have preferred the Scottish level of spice (which is to say "nil"). From there we only had to stay awake and not flip the car in what turned out to be an epic amount of rain and water on the road. I have to say I think the weather was less wet and cold in Scotland. We pulled in long after the kids were asleep, but that didn't stop me from waking them up (or trying to).
Tuesday is our Classical Conversations day and I briefly considered getting a sub but decided, in the end, I would rather be distracted and working, than at home crabbily trying to fight jetlag. By the time dinner came around though I'm pretty sure I was in a full on REM cycle every time I blinked. Truly, I actually kinda like jetlag and always have. I feel like the Pacific Time Zone is a strategic win if you're traveling East because sleeping in late on vacation is acceptable and I love the bounce-out-of-bed in the morning feeling you get when you get home. Well, that's all great when you're going to and from your in-laws in Ohio, but a little more drastic when it's the other side of the Atlantic. Tuesday morning found me up in the wee hours working on my thermodynamics and paper airplanes lesson for CC. I had printed the instructions for three different types of paper airplanes and I thought I should make one of each as a model for the class. My spatial recognition IQ is not going to qualify me for Mensa any time soon, but on this occasion, I whipped through the instructions so easily I figured I must have just picked really easy airplanes. Wrong. It took a legit engineer and much reverse engineering to figure out how to follow the instructions in class. And this is why I love jetlag...fleeting moments of rare brain functioning in the middle of the night. If only I could figure out how to replicate it on a more continuous basis.
I got all of the kids kilts, and they loved them, but Charlie thinks they're truly inspired. For a kid who doesn't like to be hampered by restrictive clothing, I could see why he appreciated the freedom (ahem) they bring. I may need to get him several more. I didn't get them the leather sporran's that go in front because there was no way I was fitting them into a backpack that had to be shoved under an airplane seat, but now Jamie has printed off patterns and researched leather making so I guess leather working is in my near future. Any tips?
Besides everyone looking so good I could put a spoon in them and eat them up, William does the dishes now (this is not a perk), and Robbie keeps asking me to put his "quilt" on him. lol It's good to be home.
