I’m 25 years old. Now, that’s not really that old in the grand scheme of things, but it’s old enough. In my 25 years, I have probably been on at least 60 flights (counting each individual leg as a flight), and the majority of them have been in the past 5 years. I had never missed a flight. Never even come close. So, why is it that I just missed the my second flight in a row? And both times it was me flying alone with the boys, which just makes it all the more stressful. I’ve been on 5 flights (again, individual legs) alone with the boys and I have missed 2 of them. I am 3-2. Sucks. Totally sucks. But, I guess the important thing is we made it home safely. I may write more about this tomorrow, I may not. I think I just want to forget this day completely.
But please, just remember to be kind and helpful to others when they are in need.