thursday, 1:33 am

I should have known when both kids fell asleep on the flight from Houston to LaGuardia that things were going to end badly for me. Sarah nodded off during take-off. Who does that? Shortly after, Zach gathered up his turtle pillow and blanket and found a spot on the floor between our seats and the seats in front of us and zonked out as well prompting the flight attendant to exclaim, "Hey there's a kid down there." Despite the fact that I had two seats to spread out on and gave it my best effort to doze off, I was wide awake for the entire three hours. Fortunately, they were pleasant for the deplaning and good sports during the lost luggage episode. Then they chattered all the way home, with Zach thrilled to be back "at New Jersey" where his Wii is and Sarah bemoaning that a month simply isn't long enough and that we should have stayed in Utah. Which brings us, unfortunately, to the middle of the night with two bright eyed children and one wiped out mother. Zach's bed is covered with all of his toys that he has rediscovered, leaving not a speck of space for his little body. He's wiggling about in my bed and insisting that it isn't time for bed. Sarah is doing heaven knows what in her room. I'm just grateful that she's in her room. It's looking to shape up as a looooong night.