day 8 (pass the xanax)
We neglected to tell the kids that the plane we had ridden to Florida was grounded. But we figured that 2 extra layovers in Providence, Rhode Island and Chicago were better than a giant hole ripping through our Southwest fuselage. Needless to say, I spent the better part of all three takeoffs trying to hide my absolute panic from Punk - who is also a nervous flyer.
Rico, who is not a nursing mother - took both a xanax and dramamine. He has absolutely no recollection of the fact that we even boarded a plane, let alone three. We landed at 4 - were home by 5, and were homesick for our condo by 7.