While we waited for our next flight, the red eye that would take us to papa, we had a sandwich that to our surprise was very good. It seemed that my Cangri's problem was airsickness and not a bug, and I was so grateful for that. We ended up waiting 4 hours instead of three because our flight was delayed. But we watched "Alvin and the Chipmunks" on my computer, and the 3 kids had their Nintendo DS's to keep them entertained, and books! We read also. On the plane we had a row with a ton of legroom. We were on row 2 (we didn't have to pay extra!), and Princess and Gorgeoous were on the row across the hall from Cangri, Chubbers and me. A young guy sat beside Gorgeous, and I could tell he was so nervous? worried? because he kept trying to make small talk with my son. Gorgeous kept looking at me and rolling his eyes. I had to laugh when the flight attendant started doing the safety demonstration before take-off, and the guy handed Gorgeous the safety leaflet. Gorgeous just stared at it; the guy took it back and put it away. Hahahaha!!!!!! Another guy sat beside Cangri and me. Cangri was in the middle, and I held Chubbers. I can't feel my arms today. That baby kept moving restlessly because she's not used to sleeping in my arms. And every time I fell asleep, my arms would give out. So I had to fight to stay awake so I wouldn't drop my baby. I also wanted to keep an eye on the kids, and Cangri kept wanting to hug and get a hold of the guy sitting beside him. Both men, were so gracious about sitting beside us, and my children were very well behaved.
We arrived; Gorgeous helped me with my rolling bag, and Princess carried her own rolling bag and El Cangri's backpack. He said "es pesada!" (it's heavy!). It only contained his playmobile and Nintendo.
At the luggage claim carousel, we met papa. The older kids run to him, and El Cangri kept running around them to find a spot he could get a hold of papa. Then Jeff picked him up, and even when he had to put down El Cangri, our little boy kept clutching his leg. He was not going to let go! My Chubbers kept squealing for papa to hold her. He did and she kissed him over and over while she chanted, "Who loves papa? ME!!!!!!"
We all rested at the apartment which was so dirty! But I didn't have the energy to start right away. I finally got up a couple of hours later, and we went shopping. It was Puerto Rico all over again. Cleaning supplies, vacuum cleaner (yes, no vacuum cleaner after 2 months in the apartment), and food. We made the unavoidable trip to Wal-Mart, and then we went to the grocery store, Wengman?, I don't recall the name. But I loved that store!!!!!! The produce section was incredible. They had a section for mushrooms, with a ton of variety, olives of every kind, fruits and vegetables from all over the world. They even had malanga and yucca! A whole display of only feta cheese. Delicious fresh bread, all kinds of hispanic foods (by Hispanic read Puerto Rican), and believe it or not ... yerba mate!!!! Organic to boot. I had brought my own, but it wasn't the kind we like but it was the only one I had at the moment. So I bought yerba which is delicious, I'm drinking mate right now, and a rotisserie chicken and tons of fresh real food.
We came back to the apartment, and I made pesto pasta and salad with the chicken. We were all satisfied, and while the kids got wild and used their energy I got to work. It took me two hours, but I cleaned every part of this little apartment. Jeff said, "It looks like home." And I know what he meant. Not the physical aspect; you can't compare our 5000+ square feet home with this two bedroom place. But the place was clean, it smelled good, there was good food, and the kids were laughing in the background. This is what I do best; this is my passion in life. I can make a home for my husband and my children anywhere we are. We don't have the toys, the space, the luxuries, but we are together. That is real happiness.