Aside from our gate being changed an hour before departure, we had absolutely no problems getting home. Unless you count the fact that our flight was very full and the the flight attendants threatened to wait for a storm to blow in if we didn’t all get in our seats a buckle up already.
The boys were asleep when we got home, and although I was tempted to peek in on them, I didn’t. We let them sleep. This morning when Mom H. got Oliver out of his crib and brought him into the living room, he didn’t make a single noise. He just walked over to me, gave me a big, long hug, then sat down in my lap and wouldn’t move for several minutes. I loved it.
No more fancy hotel and fancy valet parking and being able to have a coherent conversation over dinner. It’s back to the snow and ice and bundling and psyching myself up for every trip outdoors.