The Three Hour Long Nap We All Took Once We Got Home
Bye bye Atlanta!
Time to take four children under 7 on a two hour flight! By myself. Again. Yippee!
Plane hacks: glitter slime. The Gruffalo. Snacks. Lunch. Treats. Gum.
Tons of gum.
Because six year old boys flying into Florida specifically, have clogged ears that won’t pop.
My smile is only half fake. I felt a little more like Molly at this point. Wavering between wanting to cry, wanting to sleep, wanting to smile, and wanting to understand how it is I found myself in this situation.
Happy to say we made it home and mostly without blemish. Minus the fact that Ella Mae lost her flip flops and then subsequently peed all over her pants. Thankful for warm weather, extra diapers, and the nearly undisputed societal acceptance of toddler immodesty. Don’t get used to it though, kid.
Yeah, I’m talking to you, Two-Year-Old.
Stop being so cute.
Ok don’t. Don’t stop. I was kidding.
All in all, the trip was a blast.
All in all, the trip was a blast.
The airport and airplane, well it’s not impossible. Though many looked at me as though it was. But it’s not. And if this is what I have to do to keep the family together when we need it, then for goodness sakes, OF COURSE I can - and will without complaint - do it! And the kids can too. Becuase it’s hard for the as well, which is something I need to realize with more urgency. Good thing I have another trip to practice on coming up. Aye!
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