Wednesday morning unfolded like a parenting travel horror movie. The title?
Murphy Attacks Unsuspecting Parent Stupid Enough to Fly Alone
Curious? Be sure to come back Friday for “what the frak…?”
Murphy wasn’t done with me yet.
My brother and I stopped at a Chik-Fil-A to let the kids burn off pent up energy so they could sleep in the car.
The good news? They did both sleep in the car, as the afternoon gradually got better.
The bad news? The Tackler got into two brawls miraculously out of my view (it was lunch time, someone had a party there: 25 kids ran amok, insanity) where a parent told me he punched some kids and was punched in return. Then bit. Hard.
It almost broke the skin and he’s gonna have one hell of a bruise.
So I asked myself: WHY?
Why do I bother to put myself into this travel situation, when I know it holds such a high probability of turning into a train wreck?
5 Reasons Why I Challenged the Train Wreck
1. I have crappy lottery luck. Any luck really. But the odds dictate I can’t always lose, so I roll the dice and pray because at some point I’m going to win…
2. There is this:
3. And this:
4. And this:
5. And this:
I just hope I’m not a candidate for the loony bin when I’m done. I wrote this before our first vacation bedtime. I have no idea how the night will go….
Still, these shots are from the first few hours. Imagine what moments will pop up in the coming days.
Assuming the weather people are wrong and it doesn’t rain for the next week….
Send cloud clearing thoughts to Iowa (blow them to Texas).
Happy Thursday all!