|Heading to the City That Never Sleeps. They'll fit right in.|
Where did all the time go? All that time, wasted, lost.
How did we get here so fast?
HOW THE HELL DID I MANAGE TO PUT OFF PLANNING A PLANE TRIP WITH THREE KIDS UNTIL THREE DAYS BEFORE WE LEAVE??????
That's right, lovely readers. On Friday, the SuperMommy family is taking its first manned flight since before SI and DD were conceived.
|The bar mitzvah boy and Aunt Genocide|
We'll be traveling to New York City for what might actually be the last bar mitzvah in my father's family line. The rest of the clan's boys aren't likely to make aliyah. Which means the next time my father's family all gets together will be for a wedding (not terribly unlikely, Aunt Genocide could get married sometime in the next five years), or for a funeral (I sincerely hope that it's not that). Either way, it's been since M and I got married- almost exactly 59 months. There's no telling how long it might be until we all get together again. Actually, this branch of the family is where DD and SI's namesakes came from- my father's mother and his grandmother- and none of the family has met them. I am utterly beyond thrilled that I will finally be introducing my kids to their extended family.
And, yet, somehow, I have managed to let this astronomical feat of chutzpah and hubris go essentially unplanned until now.
So, what does one do when planning on taking all their very small children into a giant flying machine?
I'll let you know when I've finished planning it. Until then, I think I have some packing to do.
And because you know I can't help myself...