It is ironic that it took us leaving India for it to feel
like home, but everyone, Elise and the kids included, agree that it is good to
be home.
The jetlag was worse than I remembered it, even though the
trip from the U.S.—as a whole—didn’t seem as long. No one slept on the ten hour
flight from London to Chennai, but everyone held it together pretty well until
the last 20 minutes. We landed a little after four in the morning and collected
our bags. I put three gargantuan duffels and three car seats on a cart with a
wobbly, uncooperative wheel, and struggled to make it out of the baggage claim.
As we stepped out into the muggy South Indian night, there
was Sundar waiting for us. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had been
standing there for the last month…or at the very least for that last three
hours, eagerly anticipating our return.
Though the jet lag seemed more acute, it didn’t seem to last
as long for everyone. Except Elise.
Having been up all night, we got home around six in the
morning. I left for work an hour later…just as everyone was going to bed. The
next night I would sleep four hours and two hours the night after that, staying
up with the kids. Pete was the next to kick, then Sam and finally Clem. Elise
wouldn’t get quite over it until a full two weeks after our return. One night I
sat up in bed and patted the empty space next to me. I snuck out between the
slit in the mosquito net and found her typing away with her thumbs on her
iPhone, her face framed by the neon blue gloaming coming off her screen. She
glanced up at me and said, “Can’t sleep.”
We only gave Sam a week off before sending him to his first
day of 1st grade. He made it all five days only because Friday is “Fun
Friday” at his school. On Saturday, I asked Sam, "Do you want to take a
nap?”
He shook his head.
"No."
"Do you need the rest?"
"Do I need the rest of what?"
Pete is swimming stronger than ever. He dives in just as if
he were starting from blocks, pulls with one arm right into a freestyle stroke,
and swims the full length of the pool. The other morning, I was giving him a
submarine ride while the Doctor was swimming laps next to us. We raced the
Doctor, me doing a spastic doggie-paddle with Pete on my back. We still beat
the Doctor, though, and Pete took off for the other end of the pool.
I didn’t think anything of it, until I noticed Pete
launching himself from the wall at the same time the Doctor started another
lap. Me, Sam and Clementine all burst out laughing once we realized what Pete
was doing. He was RACING the Doctor. AND HE WON!!
After swimming at the pool, I made leftover chicken noodle
soup for the kids yesterday after swimming at the pool. Clementine came up to
me in the kitchen and tells me, "I all soaking wet."
"What happened?"
"I got noodle water on my shirt."
"You mean the broth?"
"No! Noodle water!"
To make it easier we have dumped all the legos on the floor and started separating them into color-coded piles. Our new babysitter/cook, Rita, has even gotten into the spirit of things, by helping with the sorting.
It is nice to be home.
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