About once a year, hubby and I like to do this thing we call "the family vacation." I don't know if you've ever taken a family vacation, but trust me when I say that if there's family involved, it isn't really a vacation.
That aside, we took a family vacation this year and, like most vacations, it involved travel by airplane. Look, I don't fly well. I'm one of those people who firmly believes that airplanes are a necessary evil. Honestly, before they started tossing drunk people off planes, an hour or two in the airport lounge was time well spent if you wanted to prevent me from having a panic attack the minute plane backed away from the gate. In fact, the few pleasant times I've had flying were when I flew first class. Oh, not for the cushy seats and decent food. It was the free-flowing champagne. I'm not afraid to admit that I need to drink and fly.
To make matters worse, airlines hate me. HATE ME. Seriously. If there is luggage lost, it's mine. Once, an airline lost myRead More »from Manic Motherhood: Family Vacations are not for the Faint of Heart