June 17, 2006
my cheeseburger was a hamburger, and there wasn’t any ketchup
Last night, when I had finished the packing mambo, I collapsed on the sofa next to my pregnant sister-in-law (who was entertaining herself by watching the baby kick at a water bottle she was balancing on her lap). I must have been muttering about the REST of my to-do-to-leave list (snacks! toothbrushes! pajamas! tickets!) because she said wistfully, “I used to love flying. It was so much . . . fun. I could read or sleep or get work done. Now . . . ” she sighed.
“Yes,” I said, “now . . . not so much.”
“Nope. Not at all.”
Today we got off the plane in Dallas to find ourselves surrounded by every “fast casual” food franchise you can imagine–Camille’s (where Wade eats twice a week and I eat twice a year), Au Bon Pain (which we don’t have in OKC), three Mexican cafes (two with BARS, serving actual LIQUOR), a TGIFriday’s (okay, I hate Friday’s but still!), a Ben and Jerry’s, a couple of Asian places, a Starbucks . . . We also had enough time to actually EAT LUNCH before we got on the next flight, which was good as we’d not had any proper breakfast (really, crumb cake is NOT breakfast. It just isn’t). So where did we eat?
McDonald’s. And they got my order wrong.
I used to love flying. Now, not so much. Or not at all.
(We’re home. I’m tired and a little sunburnt, and I’ve already done THREE loads of laundry. It’s like I never left, except that the entire kitchen table is completely covered in mail.)
Posted by Susan @ 8:18 pm • Uncategorized
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June 17th, 2006 at 10:14 pm, Granny Says:
You have to ask for catsup at McDonald’s, at least here.
Glad you’re home safely. Happy Father’s Day to all.
June 18th, 2006 at 6:59 am, Felic Says:
Oh, what fun. Makes me look forward to MY next vacation.
June 18th, 2006 at 8:16 am, Arwen Says:
I hate flying too. Fortunately I am driving to Atlanta these days.
June 18th, 2006 at 10:18 am, Jenorama Says:
Terrific! I am doing load after load of wash today so tomorrow I can head out with three kids and fly with them on Tuesday! Hizzah!
June 19th, 2006 at 7:22 am, The June Cleaver Diaries Says:
I used to love flying until I had to do it with babies. Something about a 6 hour layover and trying to keep a 2 yr old entertained by myself ruined it for me.
June 19th, 2006 at 10:50 am, standing still for once Says:
Vacation when you’re a mother means being a mother someplace else without all your stuff. Or, if you want to have any of your stuff, which really means THEIR stuff, YOU have to pack it. And, carry it. And carry them. It was heaven the first time Child wore his backpack and pulled his own suitcase through an airport. He even held his own passport going through security one time, and he even got wanded because his sneakers didn’t pass muster. Yes, flying takes on a while new meaning!