7:24 a.m. (Germany time): It is o’dark thirty, and I’m operating on about 90 minutes of sleep. But all our bags are packed, and we are at the airport on time, just waiting for the baggage drop to open. And THEN we are on our way to America for the first time (as a family) in nearly four years.
11:26 a.m. (Germany time): It’s been awhile since some of us have been on a plane. During the safety briefing, when told that adults should put on the oxygen mask before helping children, one of us reacted with a “WHAT?! Are you freakin’ kidding me?!”
12:16 p.m. (Netherlands time): Her: “Mom, you are carrying some groceries.”
Me: “Uh, what?”
Her: “Those bags under your eyes…”
OMG, this teen is about to swim to America in the clothes I packed for everyone, she is not flying with me!
1:15 p.m. (Netherlands time): When you are the biggest family traveling together, you get to board first. But you should know that about 10 min after this picture, we had to change seats to avoid a fist fight. I am now in the middle seat separating the Middles. Yeaaaaaaa!
Somewhere over the Ocean Time: It cracks me up that some other passenger on here is getting owned by a seven-year-old in a game of Battleship.
Somewhere over the Ocean Time: Three more hours left in the flight. My seat-mates are jerks who piled all their trash on MY table, and then jabbed, poked, and slouched over onto me while calling ME a jerk for “taking up so much space” as I slack-jawed, passed out in my seat. I ate the inflight meal — packed with sodium — and feel like I’ve swelled back all the weight I’ve lost. Oh, and the baby is with us now. Martin and Miss C are stretched out watching movies across the aisle. Jaz is still embarrassing the other passengers on the games. As I typed this, Lola went to the bathroom for the 15th time. She sits by the window. International travel is so posh.