So it’s been almost a full week since we got back home from our vacation. Surprisingly enough, I’ve had a few people tell me they’ve been looking forward to reading my blog about it, which makes me suuuuper happy 🙂
The reason why I took so long to write this post is because of the overwhelming exhaustion I’ve felt this entire week back. We’ve been living out of our luggage…in our own house…because my sisters girlfriend was nice enough to throw all of the clothes we used while at their house in the wash before we left, so guess who’s not in any rush to do ANYTHING? That’s right. This girl.
So, let me tell you about the trip! The plane ride there was AMAZING. I thought I was super mom because I expertly planned the trip there to revolve around my daughters naptime. We got to the airport early, and I let my daughter roam freely to wear her out. She passed out right when we loaded onto the plane.
The flight went smoothly. So smoothly I was like, “WOW, I AM A TRAVELING MOM GODDESS.” Which swiftly came back to bite me in the ass approximately 4 days later. But we’ll come back to that…
It rained everyday. So we mainly spent the trip napping during the day (which is fine by me) but I really wish there had been more sunshine. I thought I was going to come back a tanned little mami and I surely didn’t. However, our last day (of course) was PERFECT. Sunny and the perfect temperature. I was so happy I thought to book a later flight so we could enjoy the morning at the beach. It was my daughters first beach trip and she loved it. So much so, she couldn’t resist eating a handful of wet sand. It was beautiful! We had also visited MOSH, the Museum of Science and History. It had the coolest dinosaur exhibit, and at the end of that day my son told me it was the best day ever and that he wants to be a science teacher when he grows up. *Tears* That was a successful day.
Note to South Jersey: Can we get a Publix and a Walmart Express?!? Publix is arranged perfectly and Walmart express was such a huge convenience. I don’t ask for much…
When it was time for us to leave, we got to the airport about 2 hours before our scheduled departure. The Orlando airport was a lot more crowded and HUGE in comparison to the Atlantic City airport, of course. But we got through smoothly. I went with the same plan as before, and let my daughter do as she pleased to wear her out. Her usual bedtime is around 7:30-8, so we were right on track.
And then it happened. The flight got pushed back to 8:50pm, a full 2 hours after we were supposed to leave. The whole gate groaned in unison. (No exaggeration) I called Rob immediately to talk me down from the impending anxiety attack I was about to have, being that my daughter was getting cranky and would never fall asleep with all of the commotion of the airport around her. He told me I was a warrior and could do this. (Lol…It sounds corny but it really did help). So I kept my kiddies busy until finally it was time to board. When that time FINALLY came, my daughter threw her pacifier without me noticing until we sat in our seats. The backup one I had was lost somewhere in the ocean. I prayed that her bottle of milk would be enough to settle her to sleep…I knew it wouldn’t be.
The plane was hot. The seats were tighter than the last plane, but that didn’t bother me because luckily, we all have little legs. The takeoff was the worst takeoff in the history of all takeoffs. As the person behind me described it, the plane must’ve had square wheels. It was horrible. But finally, we were well on our way home. My daughter, however, was not well on her way to sleep. To make a long story short, she cried the entire way home. And not that cute baby whimpering cry. It was half scream, half cry. The entire flight. I was doing everything I could think of, but it wasn’t until we had the worst landing of all landings that she fell asleep. I wanted to cry. I felt so defeated. Turns out, I am not the goddess of mom traveling.
Just then, as we’re about to get off the plane, a man turns to me and says “Excuse me. I know some people might have been frustrated on the plane, but I just wanted to tell you I know you were doing all you could do, and it’s okay. Babies cry. That’s okay.”
Thanks so much, dude. You almost made ME cry, too. A little kindness really does go a long way.
We practically ran to the car, and got home at midnight. I was exhausted. I still am exhausted. I can’t believe I took that trip alone, and I’m proud of myself for doing it, but I will most likely never do it again. If I say I’m going to, please reference this post to me.
But all in all, it really was a great trip. We miss you already, Caz and Cheyenne 😦 We love you! Thank you for taking care of us for the week!
Sending you all relaxing vibes in hopes that you send some my way too,