Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Destination: White Padded Cell
Okay, so (not that I'm keeping count),.....my toddler, just barely 2, had 8 stage 5 meltdowns in less than 24 hours (and 12 of those 24 hours were spent asleep).
She hates to be clothed. Hates to be buckled into a car seat. Hates the stroller.
My 5 year old can't shut up for longer than 30 seconds (and that's being generous). He has no concept of volume control. He has never met a stranger he won't carry on a ceaseless conversation with.
Neither of them travel well. Period. Or sleep. Especially out of their own element.
Together, the 3 of us in a room, make each other somewhat homicidal.
So.....what sounds like a great idea??
Packing us all into an airplane for 6 hours with a bunch of strangers!! And then, just for the added fun, let's throw in a time change from EST to PST, and see how many suicidal thoughts a human being can have!!
I actually start having panic attacks 2 weeks prior to traveling. Anywhere. And I'm not talking the self-diagnosed kind. I mean the kind that actually require medicinal intervention.
Wasn't there a movie about this?? Or, maybe it was just a nightmare I had.
I'm strongly considering passing out Xanax to everyone in a 5 row vicinity of us. But, then again, misery loves company, right?
(Consider this a favor. A WARNING. Do not take ANY United Airlines flight from the east coast to the west coast, anytime in the next 3 weeks. Trust me. I'm quite certain even the flight staff will be terrorized for weeks after)
Did I mention this is training for my semi-cross-country-road-trip in June? With both kids. And me. JUST me.
Yes, people. I own it. I AM, infact, insane.