The cost of gas just went up
Today is another big day. Not as much for Reagan, but for Sarah and I because we finally get a nice timeout of our own, but we get to do it in the land of fine wine, meats and cheeses. The better news is that that doesn't mean Randall's grocery store for once...we're headed to Florence, Italy!
I was tasked with flying The Girl, Reagan, up to stay with her aunt while we're gone. Two flights up, two flights back. Seemingly no big deal, and anyone with ANY amount of kids will know, that solo flight back is amazingly quieter, no matter WHO is kicking my seat and blaring their Dora DVD behind me.
The bad news, and you'll have to pardon the subject matter here, is that we tacos the night before. Living in the Southwest, there is no shortage of taquerias, taco stands, etc., and we love them all, but for some reason, making them at home is delicious, fun and has about 16 tablespoons less grease that has turned many shirts into tie-dyed suitable for Woodstock (early on Woodstock, when shirts were still on...I'm assuming).
So here it is. I had gas. Bad. I seriously felt like someone had taken a prized california cantelope, that had been studded with chinese throwing stars all over it, and shoved it into where my abdomen grows. The problem now though, is that we're on an airplane. It's a full flight, all seats are taken, and I'm the one in the middle. Reagan to the left, complete stranger to the right.
Now the good thing about airplanes and gas, is that airplanes are loud. So one could potentially do a 'test run' if you will...and I know you have. No noise, no offensive stench, no offense, right? I already knew from explaining to Reagan on the way to the airport what a skunk is, and that there must have been a family of them illegally hitchhiking on the highway, that this was not an option.
The flight lasted roughly four hours. Well, actually, 1-1/2 hours, but it felt like four. I was so excited that we had finally landed and were approaching the gate, a bathroom, and my salvation.
The plane powers down, the AC is off, and that comforting noise that may have once saved me is now gone. The Girl, who also had tacos the night before, just rips one that must have made the luggage below shift. You've got to love four year olds. I'm in pain, worried about the social consequences of my flatual actions (I made that word up, yes), and she just let's it go.
After my joy for HER relief, and my nod of 'wow...impressive', I look to my right. The older gentleman who obviously hadn't gotten the 'Stetson cologne' memo a number of years back looks back at ME with disdain! How rude! Now I have a choice. I can either own it, or be 'that guy' that blames his kid for some bodily function that HE does! So I assume the unspoken blame, and shrug my shoulders back. Sorry. If he only knew there a stowed away family of skunks lurking in the overhead cabin!
I'm not sure if the plane needed to refuel or not, but we had plenty of gas.
(Note: Stay tuned for notes on the flight back and the serial killer I sat next to. I'll try to post while in Italy at some point! Thanks again for reading, and the kind comments!)
Grazie and arrivederci!
I was tasked with flying The Girl, Reagan, up to stay with her aunt while we're gone. Two flights up, two flights back. Seemingly no big deal, and anyone with ANY amount of kids will know, that solo flight back is amazingly quieter, no matter WHO is kicking my seat and blaring their Dora DVD behind me.
The bad news, and you'll have to pardon the subject matter here, is that we tacos the night before. Living in the Southwest, there is no shortage of taquerias, taco stands, etc., and we love them all, but for some reason, making them at home is delicious, fun and has about 16 tablespoons less grease that has turned many shirts into tie-dyed suitable for Woodstock (early on Woodstock, when shirts were still on...I'm assuming).
So here it is. I had gas. Bad. I seriously felt like someone had taken a prized california cantelope, that had been studded with chinese throwing stars all over it, and shoved it into where my abdomen grows. The problem now though, is that we're on an airplane. It's a full flight, all seats are taken, and I'm the one in the middle. Reagan to the left, complete stranger to the right.
Now the good thing about airplanes and gas, is that airplanes are loud. So one could potentially do a 'test run' if you will...and I know you have. No noise, no offensive stench, no offense, right? I already knew from explaining to Reagan on the way to the airport what a skunk is, and that there must have been a family of them illegally hitchhiking on the highway, that this was not an option.
The flight lasted roughly four hours. Well, actually, 1-1/2 hours, but it felt like four. I was so excited that we had finally landed and were approaching the gate, a bathroom, and my salvation.
The plane powers down, the AC is off, and that comforting noise that may have once saved me is now gone. The Girl, who also had tacos the night before, just rips one that must have made the luggage below shift. You've got to love four year olds. I'm in pain, worried about the social consequences of my flatual actions (I made that word up, yes), and she just let's it go.
After my joy for HER relief, and my nod of 'wow...impressive', I look to my right. The older gentleman who obviously hadn't gotten the 'Stetson cologne' memo a number of years back looks back at ME with disdain! How rude! Now I have a choice. I can either own it, or be 'that guy' that blames his kid for some bodily function that HE does! So I assume the unspoken blame, and shrug my shoulders back. Sorry. If he only knew there a stowed away family of skunks lurking in the overhead cabin!
I'm not sure if the plane needed to refuel or not, but we had plenty of gas.
(Note: Stay tuned for notes on the flight back and the serial killer I sat next to. I'll try to post while in Italy at some point! Thanks again for reading, and the kind comments!)
Grazie and arrivederci!
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OMG I almost spat my soup all over the laptop. That was so funny.
Even funnier because I know I've been there at somepoint in my two monsters lives.