We made it! After a relatively painless, though exhausting, flight over the Pacific we arrived in Sydney this morning. Except it didn't really feel like morning--if you're familiar with that jet laggy "this day will never be over" kind of feeling! We all took a nap this afternoon and when it was time to wake the kids, it was like trying to wake the dead. They were down for the night at 4pm! It goes against my nature to wake a soundly sleeping child, but I'm telling ya, it had to be done. Only promises of the park and McDonald's would lure them from their beds. And even then, Nate asked if we were going to go have breakfast! We are going to have to reset their little hard drives over the next couple days.
It's nice to be back in summer clothes and hear the kookaburras in the bush across the street. I was thinking: one week ago today, we were sledding in the mountains and this afternoon Jason and the kids went swimming. Craziness! We had such a fantastic time in the States, and it is always hard to leave our family. Part of what makes it painful is knowing that it's hard for them, too. Know what I mean? I always get a little down when we return home--I love our lives here, but it is hard sometimes to be so far away from family and good salsa. Becky wrote about the kind of post-family fun malaise she's feeling, and hit the nail on the head! It's the way I always feel too, though it takes a couple days to set in, once we've settled back at home.
It's just after 8pm here now, and the children are all nestled snug in their beds. I am right behind them! Fingers crossed that Grace doesn't decide that 2am is a good time for a party. Would you pray for us, if you're the praying type? And if you're not, pray for us anyway--it won't hurt, and it'll make me feel better!
Back soon with more...have a great day! Or night. Or whatever it is where you are.