It was a simple meal - eggs and sausage - eaten without utensils, I couldn't find a fork anywhere.
Nobody seemed to mind, though. We all were just excited to be home.
Home, what a nice word. We're not quite there yet, it's still a house. Slowly but surely we're getting there.
By the way... Did you sleep last night? 'Cause I didn't and I was just wondering... Was it nice?
I had a screaming child all night long. A sick, out of sorts, where the heck am I, waking up with every clap of thunder, screaming little boy. Oh yes, last night was a real joyride.
Tonight, I am sleeping. For a loooong, looooong time.