Not to brag this was the first time my husband and I got away together since parenthood. And of course before that we were too poor to go anywhere just the two of us. So to celebrate 20 years of wedded
poverty bliss we got away. Just the two of us. With massive amounts of help from the grandparents. (Massive. I cannot stress enough how helpful they were.) (Also, in defense of my husband I need to point out that we are no longer impoverished. We can and do pay our bills. And while our children are dedicated to the cause of sending us to bankruptcy court, they haven’t yet succeeded. Still, a trip like this was definitely an anomaly for us.)
By the time this picture was taken this was our tally:
- one delayed flight,
- one cancelled flight,
- one dash through the terminal to ground transportation to the other terminal,
- several runs back and forth across the long lines to ticketing,
- a compassionate pass into the priority line for the second security entrance so we can make it to the gate in time,
- and a flight on another airline from the other terminal to a different city altogether.
And maybe there was more. Honestly it was hard to keep track. For not going anywhere things were moving pretty quickly and it was hard to keep track.
We hadn’t yet left the ground in Detroit but I was confident that we were finally on the right track. We still have pluck and enthusiasm and nothing was going to keep us from enjoying our one week in Europe. Being seated in an exit row was not a bad omen but a reward for our hard work, and a luxury not afforded to parents who travel with their children.