We survived. Four airplanes, three aiports, a crazy 11pm arrival and midnight bedtime...and I'm still sane. This is what I learned as I flew with my munchkins: preparedness is golden. I don't have a lot of areas that I would say I excel in. I'm good at some things and learning others but packing? I'm an expert. I love it. I start several days (sometimes weeks) in advance. I make lists then organize into sections. I roll the clothes to make them fit, pick back-up outfits in case someone gets dirty, and tetris it all in (yes I just made tetris a verb).
We had four carry on bags:
1). Electronics backpack that is small and can easily be put on a child or adult without any burden. It contains Ipod, DS, DVDs and player, earphones, and all necessary plug ins.
2). Empty rolling backpack. This is for excess. We ended up using it for bottled water we bought and to store our coats.
3). Food bag. This bag is crucial. It must contain several options of snacks for finicky children. It must also contain a variety just in case you miss a meal (jerky, crackers, trail mix, chex mix, nuts, fruit roll ups, Odwalla bars, chocolate).
4). Play bag. This bag is best served if divided in bags. The books, coloring books, sticker books and activity books of course don't need a bag. Crayons and markers in their own bag. Another bag for legos. Another for miscellanious action figures, another for playmobil, another for dolls and ponies.
This doesn't mean it was all smooth sailing. The flights themselves were great - thanks to the bags. But getting through security and ticketing, waiting to board - that's another story. I don't know what happens to my children during these standing and waiting times but I have a theory. I think the mischievious fairy comes and whispers all sorts of naughty ideas that children oblige "smack your brother for no reason" "throw yourself on the ground in a fit" "run to the nearest exit" "whine" "whine" "whine".
Despite the craziness, it was a beautiful vacation and we basked in the warm 70 degree sunshine. It is true that we acclimate to our environment. On the first beautiful morning we were there we were in t-shirts and headed to a nearby park. We were met by locals who where bundled up in sweatshirts, winter jackets and hats!
A MOMent of Sanity
I've learned to stop using absolutes. For example, "I would NEVER move back to my hometown". Okay so I'm technically in the town next door but, well, close enough. Life has a sense of humor, I'm sure of it. I love raising my 3 small children, but it's a constant circus! Sometimes I question my sanity. Can I get just a moment PLEASE?
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
A MOMent of Sanity - Begins!!
I've always liked to write. I have pages and pages filled with words that generally, only I read. So why put this out there? I guess its my feeble attempt to journal - and it's really okay if no one reads this (I am making it a private blogspot afterall). This is my chance to let the inner voice that I've quelled all these years of raising my children, well, to let it speak again.
Here's what I know about this blog: I better do it at night. Currently the boys are shooting "rockets" in the garage. Probably not the best timing for creating my first entry! No one is bleeding though so I think they'll survive.
The sky is a calming gray and the tree branches are all swaying again now that the ice has melted them from their frozen positions. Its winter. I like this time of year. Hidden under the dying grass and cold earth is dormant life, waiting to be sprung!
Uh oh, Sis has woken from her nap. Blog entry #1 must now end!
Here's what I know about this blog: I better do it at night. Currently the boys are shooting "rockets" in the garage. Probably not the best timing for creating my first entry! No one is bleeding though so I think they'll survive.
The sky is a calming gray and the tree branches are all swaying again now that the ice has melted them from their frozen positions. Its winter. I like this time of year. Hidden under the dying grass and cold earth is dormant life, waiting to be sprung!
Uh oh, Sis has woken from her nap. Blog entry #1 must now end!
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