Welcome home?

Leaving Floripa to return to Brasilia. Flying back with the kids is always an excitement for them: they get un-interupted TV time and video games. And a pause for me. Our exit of the airport was slow, luggages slow to come out, kids' nature calling timely as always. We boarded a cab and headed home.

The driver pulled up to our dark driveway and unloaded our suitcases at the front door. Home sweet home.
Supposedly.
I approached our parked car, hopeful it would be repaired, as I had instructed. Nope. The bumper was the same old torn piece of metal. I will have to go myself deal with the insurance next week. Deep sigh. 
Upon stepping in our house, I felt in a different climatic zone: it was probably one of the hottest day of the year, and the windows were left closed all day, accumulating heat and transforming the house into a very uncomfortable box. In other places, it would be easy to fix, but in the night the house is difficult to ventilate without inviting mosquitos and other beechoos in.  (In Portuguese, a beechoo is a creature, whether four legged or multi-legged). To be hot or to be bitten, that is the question. Sigh.
A few minutes later, I noticed a few more things that were left unattended despite my instructions. Sigh.
A plane passed noisily. Deep breath. It is only temporarily.
I unpacked quickly some of our things and dumped them in our new machine machine. I am still without any real household help. Sigh.
Then a little later when sitting in front of freshly made instant chinese noodles (my guilty take on comfort food for the kids), Emmanuel spurred out: "Mom, why are we here?" Me: "Honey, this is our house, this is where we live." Him: "Yes, but daddy is not here." Me: "True, for now. But he will return soon, in two dodos, in two nights." Him: "But why are we here, in Brazil?" Me: "Because it is where daddy's work is." Him: "No. His work is in China. I want to go home now."
Double sigh. 
Me too. 
A cockroach passed by.
Deep breathing.