I remember the long lines at security. I remember the horrendous 3 hour delay in the Atlanta airport. I remember the woman who cut me off in the breezeway. I remember having a hard time fitting my carry on bag into the designated space beneath the seat.
But I do not remember licking the floor of the plane.
I apparently did though, and then gave Oman a kiss, because about 24 hours after we returned from our lovely trip to California--the Oman and I came down with some serious crud.
And I'm that person who has the sani-wipes and germ-x in hand at all times. So how is that possible?!
Ugg. We have been soo sick since Thursday. It has not been fun at all. I won't give you all the gory details, because I'm pretty sure I might get sick all over again just thinking about it.
These past few days I really felt challenged as a mom. There were not moments, but minutes, where I just couldnt figure out what to do. I was running to the bathroom, Oman was sch-ahh-reaaaaming, and I just couldn't keep up. I felt like a terrible mom. Moms are supposed to just know how to figure it out, right? I mean good grief, I finally had to call my Mom and ask her to drive over 2 hours to come and rescue us because I couldn't even pick Oman up. (Thank you, Mommy!)
Mook felt so helpless being 2 states away for work. We haven't seen him for over 2 weeks, so I definitely heard the Hallelujah chorus playing in my head when his plane landed on Saturday.
So as I go back to eating my saltines and drinking my Gatorade,may this serve as a reminder when flying the friendly skies, make every effort to keep your tongue off the floor.