And the Award Goes To…

As we landed after 8 hours of traveling, I was excited to see my husband & see our new house! Since we are at the back of the plane I knew there was no rush. By the time we were getting up to gather our things, the other passengers were long gone. I’m trying to juggle my new born all the while getting the backpack, diaper bag, and thinking of a way to get the other carry-on down from the overhead bin. One of the flight attendance came up and said, “I’ll take the baby and carry him to the jet way and meet you there.” Chick, you crazy! I’ve seen this Lifetime movie! I don’t think so! “Actually, if you’d take the diaper bag that would be very helpful. Thank you.” And that is exactly how it went down. I was grateful that she offered to help, and grateful that she could lift that diaper bag! Once we got to the jet way she kind of plopped the bag down and ran. I struggled getting the stroller unfolded, car seat attached, and baby loaded, but I did it and had the sweat to prove it! I'm rushing to get through the gate when a woman stops me. "How old is that baby?!" With momma bear pride I answered, "One month today!" "Why are you out and in an airport flying?! There are so many germs." Well, now that I have been nominated for “Worst Mom of the Year” by a perfect stranger, I was, more than ever, eager to get to my husband. *insert wide eyed emoji here* After being reunited, we got on the elevator to go get our luggage, which would have been great had the elevator not broken down with the four of us in it! UGH! Here is the scene: my husband had a case of the hangries and is in a “I’m holding it together due to small children being present”, our 4 year old hates loud noises and is therefore on the verge of tears as he is trying to bury his head in his daddy’s shirt, the baby is all smiles for now, and I’m laughing. Seriously, how can one not be laughing at this point. It is just one more thing to add to the already craziness that has been my life for the past month. David rings the emergency bell. Someone answers, “Are you stuck?” “Yes,” both David and I reply. “How many of you are there?” “Four,” again husband and wife synchronized answering. “How many?” “FOUR!” We seriously have this “Jinx you owe me a Coke” thing down! “Are you stuck on an elevator?” The look my husband had on his face was absolutely terrifying, but oh so funny. After our quick rescue I was ready to get my luggage, go to my new home, & sleep this crazy day off in my own bed! I looked forward to what my first day in California would be like in the morning.