Oh My Aching Head!

This morning I told Charlie I felt hung over. I hadn't had a drop of alchohol in over 24 hours so that wasn't the problem. I had a dull headache and kind of felt stuffy in my forehead, so thought maybe allergies were the problem. I unsucessfully looked online to figure out what allergens are high right now, I found the information I just couldn't understand it without my decoder ring, and was still a little perplexed. Then I remembered. Of course, my head hurts because yesterday some lady dropped a suitcase on my head.

Yes, you heard me right, a suitcase. I flew home with the three kids after a wonderful long weekend in New Jersey with two of my BFFs from college. Upon arriving at the airport, the woman behind me went to get her suitcase out of the overhead and dropped it on my head. Yes, it was heavy, and yes, it hurt. I wasn't upset with her, she didn't do it on purpose, but it was the cherry on top to a crappy day. Getting packed, leaving my friend, traveling with three kids alone, getting hit by a suitcase.

When April from New Jersey dropped us off at the airport Amanda was asleep. Needless to say she was not excited about waking up to get on a plane and did not feel like using her best airport behavior. She wouldn't let me put her down. So I had to carry her through the security line, which was extremely slow and long for a Wednesday afternoon and then when I did put her down she yelled and screamed. Which added to the stress of flying with the kids by myself and may have resulted in me raising my voice at a TSA agent who was a little less than helpful. To top it off there wasn't really anything good to eat in the terminal and the kids were being crazy.

Luckily once we were on the plane they were pretty good. Andy slept for the first 45 minutes or so and Sarah and Amanda kept busy playing with eachother and the iPad. Of course Sarah announced she had to go to the bathroom right after we sat down and then we had an extra long taxi and takeoff and then the air was choppy so the pilot wouldn't let anybody get out of their seats. I am amazed she didn't wet her pants but she was shaking and kicking her legs so hard I thought the entire plane would feel the vibrations.

After a bit Amanda wanted to sit on my lap, which was fine, until she dumped a bottle of water on my pants. Oh well, just water. The flight went on like that but there was no excessive yelling and I only had to make a few threats to keep them in check. I thought we had finally made it until the lady dropped the suitcase on my head. Ugh.

So, now we're home, getting unpacked and cleaning up the house a little so doesn't look quite as messy as it usually does when we get home from a trip. Hopefully by tomorrow my head will feel better and then it will be Saturday and the weekend. One more week until Sarah and Amanda start school and then one more for Andy.

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...