OK, so I’m probably not THE WORST mother in the world, but right now I’m feeling like I’m pretty high up on the list.
I put Noah and Zoe on a plane to Florida this morning. They were in good hands with my cousin Shannon and her son Michael, but they WERE NOT WITH ME. What kind of a mom puts her 2 1/2-year-old and her almost 2-year-old on a plane without her? A BAD ONE.
My parents have a condo in Florida that they rent out most of the year. My mom and Tom went down there at the beginning of the month. Tom stayed two weeks and came home, but my mom decided to stay longer. We also have family there, so my mom became convinced that it would be a good idea for me and the kids to come visit. Christian is under a deadline at work and can’t get away, so I told my mom that there was no way I could fly down with three kids under three. Instead of giving up, she recruited my cousin Shannon to help. I still said no, but she persisted. Then my aunt and uncle called too, saying how much they wanted to see the kids, and I finally gave in.
We have Colin’s court hearing on Tuesday to finalize his adoption, so he and I could not leave today. We are flying down on Wednesday. Shannon swore she would be OK on the plane with her son Michael (4 1/2), Noah, and Zoe. I told her she was crazy and gave her plenty of opportunities to back out (including in a text message at 11 o’clock last night), but she remained steadfast. We will all fly back together next Sunday.
Shannon’s mother-in-law works for Homeland Security, so she was able to go through airport security with them, as well as escort them on the plane. The airlines also gave my mom a gate pass, so she was able to meet them as soon as they got off the plane in Florida. They have only been there for five hours, and I’ve been on the phone with my mom four times already. She assures me that they are fine. Shannon said there was only one melt down on the plane when Noah realized that I had packed his orange sippy cup instead of his Thomas the Train cup. She said that Zoe had fun playing with Play-Doh, and promises that she didn’t eat any (though this IS Zoe we are talking about, so I’m not completely covinced).
Of course they did not get their afternoon nap (because Grandmas are suckers and actually listen to toddlers when they say they don’t want to sleep), and it’s driving me crazy knowing they are off of their schedule, but I know they are in good hands. I keep telling myself that they will be fine, and it’s only going to be three days before I see them, but I am FREAKING OUT and feeling incredibly guilty.