The day we left for our return, the girls and I had to catch a bus at 3:30 a.m.
Yes, people actually drive at that hour.
We sat in the Starbucks at the Bangkok airport while the girls watched the entire Frozen movie and I typed up my notes of all I had learned at the Homeschool conference.
After those two hours we switched venues, read-aloud some, and started texting with David around 7:30 a.m.
We reunited with David, Tobin, and Gabrielle in the middle of a gazillion people trying to get to their check-in counters. Gabrielle loved on me and then scratched my face in anger, leaving a nice little mark on my nose.
Toddler G is at a very difficult travel stage, so these plane rides were interesting, and mostly uneventful. It was great to be together as a family again.
Then tragedy struck. Getting on our flight home Tobin could not find his 'Baa Baa'. We thought we knew where it was, I ran back to look, but it was gone. Gone. This, for him, is like losing your favorite puppy. He was sad.
We used diversion tactics, told him he was becoming a big boy earlier, and all that jazz. But that night at home David had to lay down with him. He wasn't hysterical, just sad. And really, we all were, because he was so sincere in his love for BaaBaa.
Night two, crying ensued. At this point, because I was coming down with my flu, and things were in chaos we offered him alternatives, ones he had rejected before. This time he took 'bear bear' a blankey just like baabaa but a bear, an easy substitution. David and I said we wouldn't do it, but we caved. And Tobin sleeps well again.
Also upon arrival home. During some unpacking and before my sickness, our house helper came over to tell me she was quitting, Going with her husband to work in another province. Leaving the next day. Niiice. But to her credit, she found a replacement. She started today and I have been too sick to train her. But she is here and helping, and what a blessing.