But the flight home was wonderfully pleasant, as I suggested to a young mother with a two-and-a-half year old daughter that I would be delighted if they took the middle and window seat next to me. I helped keep her little girl entertained until she fell asleep and was pretty much guaranteed not to complain about any possible behavior that the little girl might exhibit. (Which was essentially none, other than removing boots and socks. I am rather used to this. :) )
Of course, tomorrow is the day that the cleaning lady is coming, so the downstairs needed to be prepped, a task that I was not as useful at as I might have hoped due to a bit of digestive distress that is gradually clearing itself up. And when I did get downstairs to help, I got to head out for an emergency Home Depot run to replace a toilet seat that had failed catastrophically.
The new toilet seat installed, I helped with the final bits of pick up and put away for the night; then took Katie and Julie upstairs to read them a story.
It was good to go.
And it is good to be home.