As we get driven to the airport by the driver my husband uses for work, I still don’t know where we are going. This make me feel slightly nervous and out of control but I’m trying to relax and enjoy the ride (I really am).
I’m squeezed in between my two kids. My little 8 months old hating her car seat and the car ride as much as ever, while my 3 year old is enjoying some cartoons (SpongeBob; whom I don’t exactly approve of) on the car’s backseat TV monitor trying to ignore his little sister’s wailing. Who are you to complain I think- you are feed and bathed and clothed and should be comfortable letting mommy take care of planning and worrying. Oh, the responsibilities! I just hope I packed everything and all the right things. Lots to pack and think of when you have little ones. I’m itching to just ask hubby exactly where we are going already…and where we are staying! And what we are doing!
He is doing the whole blind folding (which is sweet but is driving me nuts) and it’s quite difficult not seeing when two kids (especially the clingy little one) need you. As we sit by the gate, I have to trust the man I married completely (and I do but I am also getting impatient and increasingly claustrophobic). I eat blind, I nurse blind and I interact with my children- you guessed it blind! This seriously gives me a newfound respect for the vision impaired (how do they do it?) and as I silently pray for their strength, I secretly glance down from my tightly tied scarf and try to peak at something…anything. All I see is the ground though and people’s feet, oh and the stroller wheals and nearby bags.
Boarding is interesting, I’m of no help whatsoever. I almost feel sorry for darling husband. I’m not allowed to carry baby girl because what if I trip? She is not a big fan of that arrangement. Hubby has to get stroller tags and carry our carry-on luggage and put baby in the stroller while keeping an eye on our wild three year old. I don’t envy him. “Are we going on the plane now? Now? Now? Now daddy? What about now?” He is also running and somehow manages to harass a whole lot of people around him. Good for him that he is so cute, people almost always immediately forgive him (my husband has that same thing going for him). People around us are probably wondering about my scarf, or they get upset about my apparent lack of parent participation. I would so participate more if I had my sight, I promise! Some people I can hear asking my husband why I’m blindfolded (Nop, nothing kinky people…). He hates people approaching him, especially strangers with stupid questions but I hear him answering (not without pride) that he is surprising me with a trip to an unknown location (oh come on, tell me already!).
So we make it on the plane. Walking the aisle, I’m terrified of bumping into people, tripping falling or in general hurting myself and/or others, so husband graciously lets me take off the blindfold, only if I promise not to find out where we are going (taking it a little far- how am I supposed to do that?). I actually manage not to hear the pilot announcing our destination twice, as I’m breastfeeding baby- trying to keep the cover over her head (to no avail) while trying to stop my son from hitting us both with one of those lollipops (I know bad, very bad, sugar and all) on a spinning stick (genius invention!) and with toy dinosaurs (he is obsessed-with dinosaurs I mean, not hitting… although…). My main man looks over at me expectantly as I’m completely clueless.
Well the trip is short and surprisingly smooth as we land in … (Drumroll please!) Salt Lake City, Utah!
This is not our final destination though… and now the troubles start…