Home Again, Home Again

It appears that evening flights into DC are as bad of an idea as evening flights out of DC. Delayed again for three hours, home again at 3 am. I am very thankful to M & O, who insisted on picking me up without compensation anyway. Ironically, I had a hard time falling asleep. It may have been the fact that AZ and DC are three hours apart and that my internal clock was messed up. Either way, children do not let you sleep in, and neither do family-day plans. Usually, when I am this tired, I am a super grump, but thinking about spending the day with my family after 3 days apart made me feel the way Elf does about Christmas. You know that part in the movie where Elf excitedly explains that he got 3 whole hours of sleep and even made a rocking horse? Well, I got about 4 hours of sleep and still made a kite, some train tracks, took down our toddler's old bed and set-up the new one, made dinner, bathed the two girls, and changed the sheets. More importantly, I couldn't stop wrestling with and otherwise squeezing and kissing my three kids and spending time with my wife. My sweet wife let me nap in the afternoon, then we had family movie night. An eventful day to say the least. It was also fun to see our daughter's reaction to her twin bed. She definitely feels like a big girl even though from head to toe she only reaches the middle of the bed.