Kids under the age of about 4 years old require a lot of things: diapers, diaper wipes, bottles (some have multiple parts), food, utensils, bibs, regular clothes and backup clothes, entertainment, playpens, blankets, pacifier, strollers, huge car seats... the list goes on. At the airport there are baggage rules and fees and lines to navigate of which a child could have a shrilling meltdown in for all to witness. And to top it off, none of these things or kids can be easily stowed away in the overhead bin or under the seat in front of you on a plane.
These are only but a few reasons why many choose to never travel with kids.
We got up Sunday morning regardless, with a bit more spring in our step than the previous days to pack and hopefully get one last visit in with Pops, Mum, and Oma before heading to the airport. I kept Bree updated with texts throughout the morning because in the previous two days we didn't quite make the projected departure times we agreed on.
At the point of which we were ready to go, I get a strange response from Jeorgia on Bree's phone. "Mom is not doing good." Hmmm. In the span of half an hour or so the organization within the chaos that unfolded went quite well I'm proud to say. Bree was found colorless in a chair next to the fourth floor hotel elevator. The kids went this way to breakfast with David and I stayed with Bree, then Mum arrived and watched the kids while David went up and down elevators to cart Bree to Mom's car, completed by a high five in the lobby while Mum took Bree to the ER. We finished breakfast in the hotel and headed to Oma's, awaiting news before heading to the airport.
Three blocks of cheese, prosciutto, wieners and some bread later... Bronchitis.
Typically if it's around meal time after traveling from out of state, we hit a Tex-Mex spot. In this instance we went with dirt-cheap tacos to go, stopped at the grocery store for limes and whipped up a couple of fresh ritas on the rocks at home.
We survived and Ethan managed to con Oma into a piece of bubble gum that multiplied en route.
Cheers!
