We're leaving tomorrow for a long visit home to Kansas. It is an unexpected trip. And while the reason is not a happy one, I am looking forward to seeing all of my family, most of whom I haven't seen in a year or more. I can't wait for Sophie to spend time with her grandparents and cousins.
What I am not looking forward to is flying with Sophie alone.
Because of the short notice and because Neil just started a new job, he isn't able to come with us. So that means I'll be on my own.
Nobody to take care of the carseat and the luggage.
Nobody to watch her so I can go to the bathroom. (Praying my constitution doesn't require an, ahem, extended visit.)
Nobody to help distract her so she doesn't spend two hours kicking the seat in front of her.
I traveled with her alone once before, but she wasn't even walking yet. So while it wasn't easy, at least I didn't have to worry about her running off. But this is a whole other ball game.
And there's supposed to be bad storms tomorrow night. Like flash flood, crazy rain kind of bad storm. So of course I've got visions of the Twilight Zone monster on the wing. Not to mention nausea inducing turbulence. That will probably send us hurtling to the earth in a thousand ton tin can. Clearly I'm thinking of only the best possible outcomes.
So around about 5:55pm tomorrow, can you all think buoyant thoughts? And sleeping toddler thoughts? I'll need all the positive energy flowing my way I can get.