Where are we? What day is it?

Well, we survived the flight home! Actually, Evan did really well on the flight. He played a little, ate some of the special kids' meal, then went right to sleep for the next 7 hours or so. Yay! However, he did get a time out while we were waiting for chucking a toy truck at hubby's head. We're trying to teach him no throwing, no biting, no pinching, and no screaming for no reason. Other no-no's might be added to the list as we go along.

The flight went well, but the immigration and customs was a nightmare. Jeezipetes!!  There must have been 10 other flights coming in at the same time we did. The lines were looonng! And since we had Evan who has a foreign passport, we had to stand in line with all the US passport people, then make another stop at a special area to process the his paperwork. Baggage claims was a madhouse! We finally made it out of the airport about 1-1/2 hours after arrival. Phew!

So now the real adjustment begins, for all of us, Evan, hubby, me, and all the poor kitties (Spazzy's having to stay another day at the vet's for a cold). I miss my furbabies so much. I'm a much better kitty mommy than a human mama! Last night we started making Evan sleep by himself in his own bed and room. He went down for a couple hours just fine until after 11 when he woke up crying and screaming for mama. We let him cry for a while then I made hubby go check on him when he went quiet. Then he started crying again. Hubby took him back to bed. At times Hubby would use his tired Elmer Fudd voice saying "S'eepy... go nite nite." This went on for maybe, oh, a dozen times. Hubby was very good with him. A couple of times Evan came around to my side of the bed. I hid under the covers, no daring to move a muscle. I felt under siege, like by the imaginary alligator under my bed when I was little. He finally went down for the last time at around 3ish. But I had trouble sleeping. I was again envious of hubby's ability to sleep, even through all the crying. I think there are a couple Tylenol PM's with my name on them tonight. 

The adjustment has not been easy so far and it's only beginning. I think it all has to start in my head. I'm mourning for the loss of our old live, when we could go off whenever, take naps whenever, cuddle with my kitties, veg out in front of the tv, and no one is "mama'ing" me to death.

Thanks to all the sisters for getting us food and advice!! We really appreciate everyone's support! Thank you Sis for going to Taiwan with us! This really hasn't been a vacation for you at all. I can't tell you much I appreciate all your help! And thank you Darcie and Raymond for letting us borrow your mommy for over 2 weeks! I know you missed her a lot. Thank you!

 Nursery room, the scene of the truck-chucking.

 Zzzzzing on the plane.

Back in USA.

 First couple steps into the house (please excuse the mess).

 Brave kitty, desperate for attention.