We made it home.
But this little lady barely made it. She may be an honorary westjetter.... but last night she was a super squirmy overtired westjetter. yikes. After an hour of squirming, screaming, and crying we arrived home-- and she had the beginnings of a black eye. Guess that's what happens when you throw your body around violently in protest for an hour. Needless to say, both kids were exhausted when we finally landed. I ended up carrying BOTH of them off the plane-- apparently they were too exhausted to walk.
But would I do it again? In a second. Like tomorrow. Getting out of town is SO WORTH an hour or torture. Thank goodness for airplanes.
I arrived home to this... the beginnings of my new kitchen. When I get home from a flight I usually like to unpack all my bags immediately-- doesn't matter how late. Last night I just didn't have it in me. The extent of my unpacking was to plop my purse on the makeshift counter and unzip it. The end. I went to bed.
So today I need to grocery shop, try to put my kitchen back together (everything's piled high on the dining room table), and figure out how I'm going to function in here-- dishwasher's not hooked up and I've got no hot water. But, at least I have a sink and running water!!
But first, I need to get me some coffee. Stat. If I can find it...