Bumper and I hung out in some of my least favourite hang outs: airports and planes.
We were outrunning that storm. You know, the one that shat on the Midwest and then peed with abandon on the carpet and furniture known as Eastern and Atlantic Canada.
We outran it and I have the bruises to prove it.Oh wait, those bruises came from restraining a child who thought seat-belts were a mere suggestion by the nice ladies with cookies on DA PLANE! (must be said that way).
She's like having my own personal Tattoo.
Yesterday proved a few things to me. I can be a complete moron, if a virus exists in an enclosed space with me, I will contract it and there are still a few sweet people left in this world.
For some reason I didn't think to buy food once passing through security at the airport. Food to feed a child who happens to like food every so often. She's funny like that.
Once on board I came to this horrible realization when seated among a huge group of off-work plane employees. They all had sandwiches, snacks, and drinks because they knew what was on the menu. Sugar, sugar, and more sugar. Or alcohol
It was an hour on the runway getting de-iced, circling the airport at this end before landing kind of time. What the h-e-double-hockey-sticks was going through my mind when I was reading, playing, and chasing Bumper all around the airport for a couple of hours. Obviously nothing.
So it wasn't the most pleasant flight. Though the middle was okay. Free tv is like that. Actually she was really great most of the time, but the off times when "I don't blame her and she is going to melt down anyway" moments are an experience and a half.
The "waiting on the runway" and "craptastic landing" segments of the show involved me sitting back and letting her freak so she could get it all out. And it got out.
Yet despite these crazy outbursts, two separate people approached me at the baggage carousal to tell me that I was a really good parent because many would have melted down themselves.
That made me feel really good.
I instantly felt bad for being sick (a cold which I contracted on the week's previous trip).
Flying sucks. Very glad to be home. Going to read some blogs.
10 comments:
You're a trooper! That's so nice that people took the time to say such nice things...
That must have sucked. Glad you outran the storm though.
Oh, uh, er ... how lovely.
It's always good to be home.
plane rides with little ones can be the worst kind of torture. congratulations on making it without melting down, that's quite an accomplishment!
you are a GREAT mom!
Good-ness. I would have probably cried in front of a bunch of strangers. I've never taken Al on a plane, and I'm beginning to think that's a very good thing at this point.
I would have totally cried. You rock.
Sounds fairly terrible. But you're a tough cookie. Which is why I like you so much.
I got hugs right here, babe.
*squeezes MB hard, with a few back-thumps to prove it*
Oh yes. The joys of insane airline travel with a child. I have one such horrific story in my own personal bag of parenting hell...
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