So, I'm home.

And I have so much and so little to say.

The jet lag coming home has been much harder than the jet lag in Africa.

My kids are sick and I feel like they are acting out a little now that I'm back. I'm sure they will adjust and then I'll leave them for Chicago and rock their world again.

I got some sort of sinus thing from one of the million sick kids I touched in Ethiopia, it was inevitable. I'll be lucky if this is they only ailment I picked up...

I have so much to process from these 10 days away, I feel so lost even trying.

I also have about 2000+ photos to sort. I haven't even looked at them all.

I literally feel like my brain is hardly functioning, and for some reason thinking about real life stuff has been so hard! I had a 10 day hiatus from any thoughts about life back at home, getting thrown back in the mix has been a little jarring.

Proof of my madness: this morning I lost my wedding ring. Like, legitimately lost it for good, the gone forever kind of lost. I bawled, ugly moaning crying on the closet floor. Boston was so scared of me. You would literally think the worst possible thing happened to me ever. One hysterical call to John and 3 prayers later, I found it.

I know people want to see pictures, and are waiting for me to blog, but I can't make any promises of when this will happen. I really don't know how to sum it up...

I am diagnosing myself with "post Africa traumatic stress disorder" or maybe I should call it an "Africa hangover". Either way, someone please write me a prescription.

I have so many great things to share, and so many ways that people can help. You can sponsor a child and give them a chance at life by providing them an education. You can donate any amount of money that will go directly to helping a community we visited in dire need of access to clean water. I can't wait to have a clear enough head to tell you how.

As soon as someone gets me those pills...