Tomorrow evening C and I will board a plane and head due north for Calgary. It’s the big wedding weekend and as excited as I am to see everyone and participate in the festivities, I’m not sure I’m going to survive the trip there, so don’t get too excited about pictures or stories.
Picture the scene: I’m 7 months pregnant, C is two years old, we are traveling with her stroller, her car seat, a carry on bag, and a suitcase. I just realized that we are flying out of the airport that’s an hour north of our home rather than the one located all of five minutes away. I just found out that we do not have assigned seats and we need to get to said airport an hour and a half before the flight takes off. Lets not forget that M can barely walk let alone carry anything. Having him drive us to the airport is pushing it, let alone expecting him to help us to the gate. Are we having fun yet?
To say that I’m a little bit stressed about the way this is shaping up is putting it mildly.
The thought that’s keeping me smiling? If they can’t find us seats together I might actually be able to read for a while during the trip, but some poor passenger isn’t going to have the flight he or she had expected…
If I make it to Calgary and back in one piece I’ll have pictures and stories galores to share on Monday. Enjoy the holiday weekend!
psst… have you checked out my most recent posts at The Lemonade Stand?