This is just for the moms and worriers out there. We're home. We're fine. All is well. I found help with the boys, which was good since the rest of the day was a (insert high falsetto voice) NIGHTMARE. But right in the middle of my frustrations and misery today I think I heard God say:
"Hey, idiot - don't get all worked up. You're still doing better than 99% of the people you live with on that island."
Thanks, God. I needed that. It helps to keep it all in perspective.
I may blog later, I may not.