You know how when you’re traveling with kids on a plane your only goal, besides getting to your destination, is that your kid not be the worst-behaved child on the plane?
Not the loudest? Not the most screamy?
Well, today we failed.
We tried and we failed.
We had a great vacation, and now it’s over. On one hand, I’m really happy to be home and have my own space and privacy. But on the other, all our support is gone and now we have to go back to doing everything ourselves.
And oh my GLOB, Oregon is freaking cold.
In closing, a haiku:
Get me through this flight
Crying, screaming, thrashing, sigh
I am so tired
NaBloPoMo Day 28