back to the southern hemisphere

Thirty hours of hanging out in airplanes and airports gives you a skewed sense of the world and time. After a period of time, you begin think that you really *NEED* a glow in the dark luggage tag with a gps locator device. Or a 100 foot beam LED flashlight with strobe function as opposed to the Barbie one you swiped from your daughter’s nightstand. At the very least you become convinced the latest issue of Star magazine is sufficiently literary to deserve at least a portion of your airport wait. A hefty portion considering how long it is you are having to wait.

Thirty hours is enough time to realize you should have worn sneakers instead of flip-flops, long sleeves instead of short and more deodorant. You should also have packed more diapers and diaper wipes in your bag as well as a couple hundred changes of clothes for the kids. You embarked on your trip with absolute certainty that there was no way in the world you would need the entire refill bag of 180 moistened towelettes. But sadly, you had never realized just how many things there are to spill, stain and sticky-fy a child in an airport. Gum, candy, the half-finished Starbucks decaf non-fat triple syrup cup of whipped glue the person sitting next to you just left on the floor, not to mention Cinnabon, Auntie Annie’s and Mr. Goody’s peanut shack. It’s amazing your children didn’t get on their 10 hour flight with a crunchy candy coating.

In thirty hours, you can eat 6 meals if you time it just right, along with a snack or two thrown in for good measure, drink 8 fountain drinks, read 15 magazines at 15 different magazine stands and spend 3 hours sifting through racks of golf jackets you didn’t even know you needed.

The next time you plan a trip, you’ll remember that 30 hours airport time is at least 3 days in the real world. You’ll remember that you emerge 30 hours later with a build up of at least 3 days worth of grime and stress. But you’ll be relieved to remember that your children escaped unscathed by the long wait.

They were too busy licking their way out of their protecive candy coating to notice.

9 thoughts on “back to the southern hemisphere

  1. Welcome back, Kristy!

    Last month, I had to kill 3 hours in an airport with my bambinos. We played a lot of can you find….a man in a yellow hat? A girl in braids? A lady with an orange purse? 🙂

    1. Re: You funny girl

      Crunch, crunch…And you? Are you all American girly and dollified now? I went in 2002 when I ran the marathon. I was determined not to buy ANYTHING but I gave into the wonder that is Bitty Baby to give to M for Christmas that year. It was a big hit.

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