Wow. Flying with two kids sucks. Flying with two kids by yourself REALLY sucks. And flying with two kids, by yourself, with a migraine headache. Well, that's just cruel. And so my return to California thus began this morning. And as soon as my parents picked us up I spent the next thirty minutes puking non stop in their car in a plastic bag. Bet they were happy to see me huh? The only nice thing about getting sick when you visit your parents is that your mom is already there to pick up the pieces. There is no need to think "I want my mommy". So we got back to their house and I immediately ensconced myself in bed, let the children be damned. But they were, of course, more than amply provided for by their doting grandparents. Now I am better, but my outfit needs to be burned.I also called Josh to tell him that we arrived safely and to relate the vomit story. I asked him how he was enjoying his liberty and he said "It's lonely". That's the only problem with complete freedom. No one to share it with.