Home is where my husband is

We had a nice vacation and everything, but Y'all?  I'M EXHAUSTED.  I always forget what a gianormously huge pain in the butt it is to travel ALONE with two kids under five.  It did not help me IN THE LEAST that on both legs of our air travel it was too early in the day to order myself a cocktail.  Not to mention that the last time I flew with the kids and DID order myself a cocktail, it drew me some interesting looks from my fellow fliers.  To them I say, "WALK A MILE IN MY SHOES!"  Did I mention that neither of my kids will sleep on the plane anymore?  Or that Genoa HATES flying?

But the good news is that we're home and we have no plans to fly anywhere any time soon.  I also am putting this in writing right now: the next time I get on an airplane, my husband will be right next to me.  This is the last time I want to vacation without him and even though that means we won't be able to make a trip in the foreseeable future, I'm cool with that. 

I really REALLY missed him.

Comments

[alison]

I didn't know your husband wasn't with you! (I must have missed that somewhere....) Anyway, kudos to you, girl! You're braver than I am!!

[Tana]

Welcome back!!

[Morgan Swanson]

I feel your pain.

Oh, dear lordy, I just returned home from Ventura, CA to lovely PDX via flying ALONE with my 9 week-old and my 21 month-old. THANK GOODNESS for Horizon Air and their complimentary wine. Words fail to describe the torture that is flying alone with 2 under 2, but here are a few highlights:

Everything was dropped on the floor at least three times (except the children), the older one kept poking the younger one and trying to knock her bottle out of her mouth and, when that failed, she ripped my glasses off, she kicked the seat in front of her approx. 4 million times, and finally, the (male) flight attendant had to come retrieve the little one's bottle from the floor (to end the shrieking) and he made a big deal about putting GLOVES on to do so, like the little pink plastic bottle was a germy, filthy, horrible thing to have to pick up. Sheesh.

NEVER AGAIN.