Our trip home was as terrible as you can imagine, and then some. We became "that" family on your flight, with a 9 year old screaming boy, who is writhing, and crying, and screaming, and, in general, OUT OF HIS MIND. Fantastic. He did it twice... once upon landing in DC and then again, during the whole take off to Chicago. I totally can relate... I felt that way by that point too... awake 36 hours by that time.
We're going to have to do a lot of work with Habtamu. He has the emotional age of 2-3. Once we realized this, it was easier to be patient, but yeesh... it's a lot of work. If he doesn't get what he wants, he throws a tantrum... to various degrees of intensity depending on how tired he is, if he had sugar, etc... He does the 2 year old "I want, I don't want, I want, I don't want..." I made pasta for dinner last night. He walked by and said "Mommy, no." then 2 minutes later "Oooh, pasta." He ate a little.
Yet, he can be the sweetest kid. When he finally smiles, it's like the sun coming out after a long winter.
Yordanos was golden through the whole journey. She would get upset when Habtamu was screaming, well, heck, who wouldn't be.
More later. We're heading into meltdown time, because I told H no about a couple of things in a row. Doh. Bad Mommy! :)