Today Rob and I both returned to work and it was a good thing because we kept busy and didn’t have too much time to sulk. I had done so much crying the evening before that I thought I was all cried out. I was okay until my friends at work asked me about the kids and then the tears would start. Luckily, I didn’t fall apart though and was able to control myself. It really felt good to be around friends who were so supportive.
Then the email came later this morning. The kids made it safely back to Latvia….but Olegs’ suitcase didn’t make it. Here came the tears again at the thought of my little boy in a big airport without all of his things. I thought of all of the clothes he had in there, his favorite superman doll, his trucks, etc. The airline said it would arrive the next day but you know how airlines are. We didn’t believe that and were trying to figure out how we could send poor Olegs a package to replace the things in his suitcase.
It was hard coming home from work to our quiet house and not being able to contact the kids just yet. We miss tucking them in at night, playing Uno, the daily pool visits, etc. Believe it or not I even miss the pouting and the neverending drink spills! LOL! We knew going into this that it would be a long process so it will require every ounce of patience we have to get through the long wait before we can bring them home. Rob and I will both feel better once we can talk to them so at least then they won't seem as far away.
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