Some Kind of Crazy

I surly must be at least a little bit crazy. Otherwise I would have never decided to do this, right?

But I call Minnesota my home year round so that already is cause enough to say I probably have a few screws loose. Living in Minnesota makes you a pretty hearty soul so I like that at least. But I digress.

Yes, it was 60+ degrees last week and yes,the sun has been shining a lot lately but...lest we all forget that just a few short weeks ago my backyard still looked like a scene out of March of the Penguins.

And so, against my better judgement and with a few lost marbles, I booked two tickets to Florida. Two tickets. As in, one for me and one for William. And a lap for Lucy. Sans Brian. Oh Lordy, what have I done?!

Once we get there it will be great. Sun. Pool. Ocean. Long walks. Sun. Sand. Seashells. And more sun.

And once we get home how great it will feel to be refreshed. Not just for me but for the kids too. We all need a change of scenery after this long, cold, snowfilled winter.

But ze plane! Ze plane!

Now let me remind you I'm no stranger to flying with kids. I've done it on four separate occasions. But those were babies. Newborns, to be exact. Easy peasy. Nurse, sleep, nurse, sleep, poop, nurse, sleep. Repeat. Easy.

But now I have a three-and-a-half-year-old and an almost-one-year-old. Whole new ballgame, folks.

I'm pretty confident about the trip there. My mom, bless her heart, will help with Lucy. And I'm pretty sure that William will be so excited to be on a huge airplane that his behavior will only be that of a super excited little boy. And if you haven't found that to be true in your own experiences please don't share that with me until after we've safely arrived home.

But the return trip. This is where I'll need prayers and extra servings of grace. I'll be flying alone with the two kids. Questions circling my head include: How will I fold and unfold the stroller without another adult to hold Lucy? How will I take William to the bathroom in those teeny tiny airplane restrooms while still holding on to Lucy? Will Lucy totally hit a brick wall if she doesn't fall asleep during the four-hour flight?

Of course, I knew exactly what I was getting in to when I booked the tickets. But at that time the thought of warm sunshine on my face may have cause a slight intoxication factor when it came to my decision-making skills.

Whatever the situation may be, we're leaving on a jet plane tomorrow. With Brian still at home makin' the money to make it happen. We love you, sugar daddy!

Maybe I'll blog, maybe I won't. We'll be on vacation, after all, so I'm letting my spirit move me in whatever direction it desires. And here's hoping William and Lucy's spirit moves them to sit still for four hours straight. Not holding my breath on that one.