The Last Time
Quite literally, the only thing good about yesterday. After this, I retire from traveling alone with three kids under 5 or until Ella Mae two. Or until Bearett sears don’t hurt. If you can imagine all the ways yesterday could’ve gone poorly at the airport, that’s exactly what happened. Lost luggage. Sprinting to gates. Starving children. Spilled beverage garbage on our bags. Blood gushing lips. Aching ears. Did I mention the lost car seat and kids bags? Yesterday was a nightmare and to make matters worse, I dealt with it poorly. Mom went to bed exhausted and convicted. Ay.
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