Sometimes the travel gods are with you, even when the weather gods are against you. We were delayed in Gulfport for 2 rum and cokes (that's an hour and a half in non-traveling-with-kid time). Then we had to race like maniacs to catch our connection in Dallas. We ran on to the plane, and promptly sat on the tarmac for 45 minutes. (That's eternity in measuring by alcohol time.) We arrived in San Diego about an hour late in what was not the worst, certainly not the best, day of travel we've ever had.
The kids managed to stay awake, despite extreme fatigue, the lateness of the hour, and a dose of Benadryl. When we got to SD, S was literally staggering down the jetway. He groggily offered up his hand to be held...to a total stranger. He was beat. So was e. But they managed to stay awake, jibber jabbering with their aunt the whole hour long drive back to grandma and grandpa's house. How is that humanly possible? It was past midnight in their time zone. I was holding up my eyelids with toothpicks.
In the navigation process from SD back to Orange County, grandpa made a wrong turn, and the accidental f bomb crossed his lips.
"Don't worry," assures E, "we watch fuck stuff all the time."
Vacation is under way.
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