Is it weird that I keep forgetting I’m going on vacation tomorrow?
I keep making plans only to cancel them shortly after with an, “Oh wait! I’m not going to be here.”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m actually incredibly excited for this week.
I get to leave 104 degrees of sweaty armpit hell and go to mid 70’s and night time sweater weather.
Camping, pontoon boating, family time, lots of bbq, and a live NFL Sunday night football game await me.
The only thing that stands between me and a week of North Carolina bliss is a plane ride.
A plane ride with a kid that hates sitting still, throws tantrums, and never sleeps.
*Cue scary music*
I remember being so worried about our flight when he was six months old.
If you can recall, I made a bunch of “care packs” for our fellow passengers with chocolates, ear plugs, and a little note.
Surprisingly, he was awesome on both flights so we really didn’t even need them.
Well this time I am almost certain we WILL need them but the only chocolate I am bringing along is for me.
Because let’s be honest, nobody is having a worse flight than the parent’s of the crying screaming child.
I shouldn’t have to apologize to you for taking my son to see his grandparents.
If anything, YOU should buy ME a vodka cranberry for having to sit in the same seat as the monster.
Those screams are going directly into my eardrums.
I’m sorry, what did you say?
I think I’m partially deaf now.
So wish me luck!
We leave bright and early in the morning and since drugging your child with Benadryl is frowned upon we will be relying heavily on The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on the iPad and snacks.
So many snacks.