Dorothy had it right...there's no place like home and I'm missing the good old US of A like crazy. The little quirks and eccentricities that make other places charming quickly lose their charm when you stay longer than the typical tourist.
I can't even make a grilled cheese sandwich for my kids because everything is so different. The kids don't like the taste of the cheese, the bread has a weird, almost burnt crust, I can't figure out the freakin' stove, the margarine won't spread without ripping said bread to shreds and all my mother-in-laws pans are so worn the Teflon is gone and everything sticks. Aine said her sandwich tasted like soggy bread with no cheese.
I wanted to throw myself down on the ground and cry like an overtired child in full tantrum mode. I seriously considered doing it too, but I thought my mother-in-law wouldn't appreciate finding me flailing about wildly on her kitchen floor!
I think I really took for granted all the advantages we have in the United States. Ireland is by no means a third-world country, but you would be surprised to discover all the things you can't get over here. Maybe I'm a spoiled, indulged American. Maybe I should learn to live more simply. Maybe things will be better when I'm in my own house surrounded by my own things.
The honeymoon is over and I'm sure my in-laws are ready to see us off at the airport as well! Don't get me wrong, they are so generous. However, you get to a point where you just need to be in your own space. It doesn't help that it's been raining for the past week, the kids all have colds and are bored with their limited toy and movie supply.
We did have a few nice days and were able to go to Galway where Ciaran and I first met. I tried to post pictures here, but I am thwarted yet again by something that doesn't work like it does in the states. My internet connection here is not the best. I managed to get some on Facebook, so if you are interested they are on my page.
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