Well, we are close. We’ve checked in at the airport, made it through security (very pleasant for us, a total nightmare for them– yes, you read that right. A nightmare for THEM– the stroller got stuck in the conveyor belt, they weren’t quite sure what to do with 24 vials of insulin, and they had to swab BOTH of my carry-ons from stem to stern–), and are now eating in “Roadway 66” or some other cleverly named airport slopstand with kitchy license plates and “Americana” art on the walls. I feel like many of the battles have been fought already (though the 11 flight remains before us).
Here’s to the New Year!
Three bags packed– all the clothing (yes, Lana managed to keep herself to one bag only); have to finish the “toy” suitcase & finalize all the carry-ons.
Began this post last night; it has since been “superseded.” As of now, the main things that remain to be packed (humorously, autocorrect REALLY wants that to be “thongs,” not “things”) are several pair of shoes, some medical supplies, our router, and some last-minute wash items.
And, as far as “last-minute wash” goes, the kids are finally having a bath. It would seem that this is a truly novel event– bathing this early in the day has been the cause of much mirth and hilarity. Which of course has led to much rough-housing, and the dreaded splashing of bath water. Ah, well. If only one could guarantee that these youthful high spirits would be expended NOW, rather than, say, as an example, on the 11 hour-long flight. Just for instance.