We just got back from 2 weeks up north. We only managed 3 visits to urgent care so next time we are going to try harder. Given that I flew up alone with the Jackson five, I figured it would be cake coming back with Rick along for the ride.
Except that we had to drive from the Jersey shore to JFK airport.
There was a lot of traffic that our GPS lady seemed to know nothing about – although a special shout out to Ms. GPS for the lovely scenic tour through Brooklyn with 1-year-old Cash crying as our soundtrack.
Then we dropped off our rent-a-car, with a half ton of crushed cheese nips in the back, at Enterprise.
Where we were told we had to take a shuttle to an AirTrain to a lengthy walk to our terminal.
With 4 suitcases, 3 carseats, 4 carry ons and THE children.
This is Rick half way through that little journey…
We did finally get on the plane. With 10 minutes to spare. And there really is nothing like the relief on passengers’ faces when a family with 5 children makes it on board just before the doors shut. I could tell they were all rooting for us.
I love flying at night because it seems so peaceful…
I mean, except for 4-year-old Chase saying “I have to poop” for about an hour.
But because of take off and choppy air, I couldn’t take him.
I am a real stickler for following airline rules, so I kept saying, “Just a few more minutes Chase. We can’t get up yet.”
But I finally realized the kid was not going to make it to Ft. Lauderdale without a bathroom break so I eventually got up with the seatbelt light still on. I know. I haven’t felt that rebellious since I smoked clove cigarettes in my backyard in junior high.
We finally arrived and with only one lost bag, we made it home! I really never get too frustrated with airline travel because they fly you from one city to another. In a big plane. With snacks and television. And that seems like some sort of unexplainable magical phenomenon so I can’t get too upset over a missing bag.
We really had an amazing vacation. We saw so many great friends and family and it made me miss everyone all the more. I was happy to be back in our own beds in Florida but it just doesn’t quite feel like home. At least not yet.
My friend Meredith sent me this photo to help me feel better….
That’s her daughter. Thigh deep in snow. Sometime this past winter.
Yeah, that helps. A lot.