Sleepover on the airplane
Some readers know that we had bad luck (again) while flying home from Madison: Because of fog in San Francisco, our flight was delayed by nearly 3 1/2 hours. The bad, aside from being stuck in the airport for that long: We got home at what felt like the middle of the night to the girls (whose bodies were on Central time), and all of us were really tired the entire next day. But the good: No one (not even me – I mean, not really) freaked out about the delay. The girls, once again, impressed with me with their ability to roll with the punches and to even enjoy themselves. In fact, when I told Avery that we were delayed yet again, and that meant she would get to go to bed on the plane, she literally skipped down the airport, crying out, “I get to have a sleepover on the airplane! I can’t wait to tell my friends!” As much as airplane travel can stink, it really helps when you have an enthusiastic five-year-old by your side.
-M