24 Hours

When I was younger B.K. (Before kids) I traveled the world. I went to Turkey, Spain, Israel, Zambia. It was no problem for me. I would pack a carry on or a back pack and off I would go. I would survive on $20 a day staying in youth hostels and sleazy hotels. I loved to travel. I even learned how to say "I did not do it. Please take me to the American Embassy in Turkish."

Now getting two kids and one husband to a nice resort for a week is just an overwhelming task. S suddenly has developed a raging ear infection, B is miserable. Hubby is panicked and I am overwhelmed and ready to cry.

My one small case has turned into two huge cases and as many carry on's as my arms can hold. My sweet Hubby has more clothes in his suitcase than all of us combined.

I dont need any phrases in Turkish but I am sure I will use many other phrases such as sit down, stop that, no!!!!!!!!!! frequently.

The first time I traveled with B we sat down in our seats and a gentleman sat next to us wearing all WHITE!!!!!! I apologized in advance and as we took off I saw the look of horror on his face as green snot leaked out of my sons nose. B spent the flight with a spontaneous nose bleed that wouldn't stop. B cried and cried. When the man got off the plane (Somehow he was the first out) his white suit was streaked with peanut butter crayons and snot.

I am hoping hoping for a better trip this time. Just 24 more hours.....