And I owe it all to Dramamine!

There were many very nice people who helped me along the way to carry our luggage, keep my kids from running into the street, help us thru security, and give me an extra seat on the airplane so I could bring Dodge’s car seat on.

But really, going thru international check-in at the D.C. airport was H-E-double hockey sticks.  That and running thru the airport and not being able to find my gate, pushing a crying 20-lb baby in a 20-lb stroller, and carrying Rocky over my shoulder.  But the stewardess could see the trauma written all over my face and had mercy on me.  After waiting for an hour on the tarmac for bad weather to pass, I didn’t sleep a wink on the flight, but the kids did and that’s all that mattered.  And it was SO nice to see Denton’s face after going thru customs, almost falling down the escalator with the stroller, and threatening Rocky’s life every time he ran away from me.  I have a new-found appreciation for single mothers, I hope I never have that life again.