Who went to Hawaii for Spring Break? This girl did! Well, this girl, one husband, five kids, two babysitters, and three friends.
How do you even get to Hawaii? It’s Huntsville to Atlanta, Atlanta to Los Angeles, and then, finally, Los Angeles to Kona, Hawaii. Let me tell you flying for that many hours with that many layovers is not for the faint of heart when you have a difficult five year old along for the ride. On the way there it worked really well. We left at eight am our time and ended up getting there at eight pm their time. Stayed up the whole time and then just went to bed as soon as we got in.
The way back though…We took the red eye from Kona to Los Angeles. The flight took off at ten pm and we were wheels down into California at five in the morning. Y’all. Y’all! What kind of foolishness is that?
Billy planned the whole thing. Travel planning falls under his jurisdiction because he flies a ton and, in general, has never met a spread sheet he didn’t like. He really enjoys planning. Weirdo.
However, because he flies so much alone for work he tends to still plan like a single flyer. Think crazy short layovers and ridiculously early or late flight times. Now, according to Billy I signed off on our flight schedule for this trip but when I saw it I was all ‘yeah mister, there is NO way I signed off on this.’
Seriously y’all, the number or times we have had the ‘why would you put us on the five am flight?’ fight is legion. So many times. But, like I said, he travels a ton and he’s really good at it. So to him, taking the red eye back from Hawaii is no big deal. But to me…well, I’m thinking about dragging all these kids across the Los Angeles airport at five am and, y’all, momma wasn’t happy about the arrangement.
Y’all should have seen our bedraggled selves wandering through LAX at five in the morning. At one point, I looked around and we resembled a scene from an apocalypse movie. Everyone is laying on the floor and moaning. Well, everyone except this dum dum who had wandered over to Shake Shack and was eating a burger and fries at zero dark thirty.
Yeah, I ended up with about seventy two pictures of the various airports like. Gracie laying on the floor and taking pictures of the ceiling.
By that last Atlanta to Huntsville flight she had pretty much come completely undone. I was that Mom in the airport that everyone was judging.
Ice cream eating Gracie had left the building and scary Gracie was in attendance.
You can just wipe that smile off your face Miss Priss. The entire state of Georgia could hear your meltdown at the airport.
You know the flight there is always better than the flight back anyway. On the way there I’m imagining the sunshine and pina coladas that are waiting for us. You know what waiting for us on the way back? Cold weather and the flu. Oh well. It was totally worth it. Now, if you asked me on hour two of her screaming in Atlanta I might have had a moderately different answer but…
yeah, totally worth it.