We are back!

This is not a complaining post. Just wanted to put that out there. I'm just stating the facts, ma'am.

We arrived home after 24 hours of trains, planes and automobiles. Not so much the trains, but the rest is true. Definitely some automobiles and for sure there was alot of plane in that mixture.

Wednesday night around, oh..5ish we are out of the airport. Our flight arrived early, we zoomed through passport control, and our bags were waiting. We head to customs and the custom guys get us. They kept saying they saw sheets of metal in one of our bags. Sheets of metal? Well after they search the bag all they found was close to 40 containers of baby food.
So the freshness seal on the Gerber is aluminum, and when you lay them side by side across your bag, on the x-ray it looks like a sheet of metal. So....for speedy customs inspections, don't layer your 40+ baby food containers side by side.

We get home, walk in the door, and.....smell wet cat. mmm.....yummy. Well we look around, no dead, wet cat. Oh and by the way, the whole time we were gone it had been between 30-35 and rainy. So coming in our house was like walking into a smelly refrigerator. It was COLD!!!! Anyways, we flip on the heaters and begin moving bags back to the bedroom. I walk across the entry way carpet and its wet, hence the cat smell. I also noticed that the dining room floor didn't look right, so I followed the "didn't look right" into the kitchen where the floor has a thin layer of mud across half of it. Beautiful. We come home to a stinky refrigerator with a dirt floor! So the most recent theory is this: We had some torrential downpour with some wind and it blew it up under our back and front doors bringing with it mud, dirt, cat hair, and a variety of other gross things. It eventually dried. It dried everywhere except for our under our thick Turkish rug that soaked it all up.

All this was Wednesday. Wednesday night we all slept fairly okay, except for some random jet-lagged, anti-sleep moments. From about 2 to 4am all three of us were sitting in the living room staring at each other.
At 7am B and I dragged (dragged or drug?) we drug the 6x9 foot, dripping wet rug outside and flung it over our fence to hopefully let it dry. Shortly thereafter jet lag set in and we passed out until Noah woke at noon.

So Noah woke up at noon and B got hit with some psycho, woman-eating stomach virus. So I got Noah and B went to the bathroom and periodically came out to feed Noah and then would return to pay homage to the porcelain goddess of vomit. Around 6 we decided that she needed to go to the doctor. The only thing open on a Thursday evening in the Middle East is the ER. So B heads to the ER and they rehydrate her and send her home. This is all about 9 o'clock. At eleven she can't even walk because of the pain, so she goes back to the ER around midnight.

So Noah and I hang out on the couch waiting news of her. Why Noah and I? Because Noah's body is somewhere on the Eastern seaboard and he is wide awake! Finally around 2:30 B gets home and has been pumped full of all sorts of drugs and is feeling better. And again the entire family sits in the living room wide awake until about 3:30am until jet lag releases its hold on us.

So today, it's 2pm, B is up walking around feeling fine, Noah is pulling her hair, our carpet is still hanging outside drying, and the floors have been mopped and cleaned up. Life is good.

Coming back from vacation has never been so tiring.