The annual 11 hour transatlantic flight with two kids and one adult had its usual high and low points. One particular low point was being asked if I could please dress my child as it was not considered appropriate - there are other people on the plane! - for a child to be running around in her underwear.
There was of course a reason she did not have her clothes on. The second drink of the flight, half an hour into the flight, sticky apple juice deftly hooked by the back of her foot as she leapt up suddenly, covered shirt, pants and seat. No, I did not have spare clothing. I thought about it that morning, but that did not have the desired result of actually putting them in my bag. So the clothes had to dry. And in my defense she was wearing underwear AND her sweatshirt, when I last looked. Before she once again leapt up and decided to got to the bathroom on her own, loudly. The bathroom we were sitting right next to.
Highlights were the pulling of Jip's tooth, thirty minutes of sleep by Rosie, five minutes of playing hang man with Jip without him asking how long we still had to fly and the thirty minutes of beauty treatment by Rosie, although it meant allowing her to rub a combination of organic hand sanitizer spray (orange lavender)and moisterizing cream (rose) into my hair and on my face. Our neighbors did not complain about the smell, which I kept expecting them to. The constant weighing of my peace and their bother.
But back safe and sound. Up at the crack of dawn. Now off to my jetlag overcoming yoga class.
Great to see you all,