The Journey

Ok, so now I am back in California and this time is the last time! Yes! This is the time I bring my son home! I brought my oldest son with me to help me on the long long trip home. Meeting with the social workers was horrible as usual, they don't have their paperwork done and tell me that Alexander may not leave. I immediately get his attorney on the phone who lets them know that indeed Alexander will be coming home, the plane tickets have already been purchased. Now that that is settled all I have to do is get through the additional training that they are having my oldest son go through in case there is an emergency. It has been a very long day and I am wondering where we are sleeping - oh yay in the abandoned hospital again. My son and I head over there only for him to inform me that there is somebody sleeping in the "lobby" on the couch. Now mind you it is late and dark. I do not believe my child, I think that he is trying to harass me so I tell him to just go to sleep. He wakes me up and informs me that he cannot sleep when there is someone else in there, and I should agree with him but I am mentally and physically exhausted. I decide that the only way I am going to get this child to go to sleep is if I actually get out of bed and investigate. HOLY COW - there is a man that appears to be- highly intoxicated, homeless, and possibly dead sleeping on the couch complete with empty liquor bottles next to him. You have got to be kidding me but should I really be surprised!?
I decide that the only logical thing to do is poke the man to see if he is deceased. He doesn't move! Now I am really freaking out! I go over to the main hospital and what was there solution? They brought over a stick to poke him with! Long story short, the man thank God was not dead just very very drunk. The cops were called and he was taken away.
So now it is time to do what I came here to do - complete my 48 hours alone with my boys and prove to everyone that I can take care of Alexander and then get the heck out of there! The time went by very slowly but without any issues. We had a "family suite" that we had to stay in for the duration of time. We did not have a bathroom, TV, or radio. We spent many hours playing Monopoly which was the only form of entertainment we could find. My son beat me at every single game - just a little salt in the wound!
When we finally got to the airport, security was so concerned about Alexanders wheelchair that we almost missed our flight. Alexander did great on both planes and finally at 10pm we landed in Ohio. We were home!