I almost didn’t wake up on time this morning to catch my 6-ish flight to Miami, FL. I had set my alarm late last night but apparently didn’t quite get it right. I guess that is what happens when you are overly tired. Like two ships passing in the night, Tom and I barely could discuss the essentials in the kids needs prior to our heads hitting the pillow. I was exhausted, but having experienced waking up early (central time) and landing late (pacific), I tried not to make a big deal out it for Tom’s benefit. But the fact was that I was *really* tired.
At 4:50 a.m. I awoke with a jolt. My car was to depart, with me in it, at 5 a.m. I quickly got dressed, went downstairs ate a small helping of oatmeal and make coffee for the road. A few minutes later I was en route to SFO.
I don’t travel well at all. At the airport, I chewed two dramamine tablets and prepared my head for the 5 hour flight. The after taste lingered in my mouth for quite a while afterwards. Slowly I sipped my latte that I had poured into my own cup. The cup has a photo of BoBo & YaYa and a marathon finish photo of me on it. For further inspiration I added a Babe Ruth quote, “Don’t let the fear of striking out keep you from taking a swing.” I saved my breakfast for after we reached “cruising altitude.”
Midway through the flight, I was pleased that I was handling the bumps pretty well. I envisioned the plane bouncing on the clouds similar to a rock skipping across the water. The thought reminded me of something YaYa would say. And then I began missing him. I’ll have to tell him that I spent the day flying through the clouds.
I always miss my boys when I am traveling. I don’t know that they miss me as much. They still have their Dad there to keep things moving. And, as YaYa mentioned when I took my first trip for work, “Dad makes the best chicken tacos in the world.” I have comfort knowing they will not starve.
The dramamine was losing its effect as the plane made its decent. I could tell. I was getting hot all over and the pressure in my head was building. I tried to relieve the pressure by making my ears pop. Oh yeah, and there was this little boy who thought it was cute to holler and yell at the top of his lungs. His parents seemed oblivious to it by this point. They had no control anymore. I don’t know if they ever actually did. The plane touched ground, and I was headed for the hotel as soon as I could. It’s time for an easy run.
Whew, that’s better!