who is the goddess of air travel, and why does she hate me so?

I’m going to bitch about my mom. If you’re not into it, you can skip this one.

Yeah, so our vacation was fine (four days with my mom and stepfather! thank god they have a pool!). The trip home, however, was from hell. I’d like to find the corporate bean-counter from *letter after T* *letter after R* Air who approved delaying our flight for three and a half hours, because let me tell you, there’s nothing quite like sitting in the airport with your kids for five hours, and then arriving home at midnight. Big fun, I’m telling you. Especially the part where they both start crying simultaneously, about two hours after their bedtimes.

Fortunately, the Orlando airport is basically a mall built inside an airport, so despite the financial damage, the actual airport time wasn’t that bad. Unfortunately, the flight was full of tired kids who had just come off a week at Disney. Let’s just say, mine weren’t the only ones crying.

Originally, I was planning to make this trip with just the kids and me, because landisdad was supposed to have to work. Happily, he was able to come with us, to help manage that horror. Unhappily, he was able to come because he’s been laid off.

Spending the time with my mom is good for the kids, but tension-causing for me. My mom and I have very different parenting styles, and my constant conversation with the Bee in particular drives my mom crazy. (“Why don’t you just tell her what you want her to do? Why do you have to explain it?”) At one point, I had to say to the Girl of One Million Questions, “look, Bee, politics and religion are two things that we can fight about in this family, and it’s just not a good idea for us to talk about those things with them.”

In two weeks time, we’re headed on the road again to visit my MIL. This trip is car-based only, so there’s that going for it. It might just be too many grandmas in one month, though. And no pool, this time.


August 9, 2006. thoughtful parenting. 11 comments.