A vacation, of sorts

I suppose some people would call it a vacation. The kids are out of school, there are airplanes involved and I have too much luggage. Missing from the equation is the part where it is relaxing and rejuvinating or at least the pace of life slows. Didnt happen. While 10 flights in three weeks with a two-year old Damien from the movie the "Omen" may sound glamorous and fabulous, it wasnt. I organized this trip for myself so I am somewhat responsible. However I hold all the A-type friends and family that scheduled me and my volitile child to the point of extinction also responsible. I slept for days upon my return from my "Vacation".

This was my first visit back to my hometown in over a year and a half. I have been visited by or seen the friends (girls weekend in Miami) that mean the most to me. So this was not some dramatic homecoming. I was going to drop my oldest there to attend camp and spend time with his grandmother and get a good does of american-preteen culture. We dont want him returning to the states after two or three years of Latin America a total dork. I also want to see our home that was in between renters. So although I would be staying there as it was without furniture, I wanted to see it, check up on it, make sure it was OK, and use the pool.