There is no place like home.
We are back, some are cranky, some have coughs reminiscent of wet hacking doggy crouppy sounds and they might possibly be coughing up lungs, but we are home, with little incidents other than the following:
Two barfers in the car.
A back that spasmed and then went out for a day.
Musical beds every night.
Two chic-fila sandwiches and a super size waffle fry in one sitting.
A urinator in the van, who had to pee in his sister's special cup because there was nothing else available while we were driving 80+ MPH.
More highlights later, after I attack the mound of laundry, go to the grocery store, and do a bunch of other "home-from-vacation-get-back-into-real-life-mode" stuff.
BTW, One, Two, Three, Five, Six, Seven and Eight are accurate.