I’m all yelling in a panic Ariel, Aurora, Beatrix, Atticus!! It honestly would have been a very pleasant stay because, like I said, I have the most amazing auntie and uncle who had taken me in and they were willing to put up with me for however long it took to get me back to LA, but I didn’t want to over stay my welcome with them, and I really missed my babies. I suddenly felt like Kevin Mcallister’s mom in Home alone when she’s trying to get home from France and she can’t get a flight because it’s Christmas and all she wants to do is be with her son. I was terrified I would be stuck in Hawaii for another week. I didn’t care if it was going to Chattanooga, I needed to just get to the Mainland. I really didn’t care at that point, I just wanted to get on a flight. I did not get on the 11:50 am plane, the 2:52 pm plane, nor did I get on the 8:45 pm plane.Īctually, by noon that day I was ready to throw in the towel and head back to my aunt’s house, but I was informed by a flight attendant that a Seattle flight got delayed and a ton of seats opened up so I had a good chance of getting on it and then flying to LA from there! But it wasn’t until 5:00 pm. I got to the Honolulu airport at 5:00 AM hoping to get on the 7:00 am flight and I did not. Which sounds awesome if you’re not at the airport but, like, I could not get on a plane to Los Angeles. I was like ermahgerrrd this is amaaazinnnng! But getting back? Um… I was almost like… stuck in Hawaii. Flying there was basically a tease because the plane was so empty that I had a whole aisle to myself. However, I had never flown standby before so that was a whole new experience for me. They took me to beautiful dinners in Waikiki, my aunt took me around to explore the island, I hiked, shopped- it was glorious. I wanted them there with me and said as much to Monte via text, so then he would FaceTime me and I would see them and it was all “aMy aunt and uncle were the best hosts and made this trip the most perfect experience. I expected to miss them, of course, but… like… my heart was aching for those little rascals. I had the best time in the world, but… um… I was totally missing my kids while I was there. I just got back from my trip a few days ago. I have a cousin who is a flight attendant and she was nice enough to give me a Buddy Pass to fly (so I could scratch off the guilt over the cost of a plane ticket off my list) and I was staying with family on the island so that wasn’t going to be an issue either. Monte was totally supportive! He said that I deserved a trip away, and that he would have everything under control and before you knew it I was on my way to Hawaii. So, recently while drinking margaritas with my family my brother exclaimed “Lisa! You need a break! You should go visit Aunt Kathy in Hawaii!” and I was like “Yeah! you’re right, I totally do and I totally should!” and we were all “yeah!” and that was the very well thought out way that this trip was planned. But, hello! He gets a first-class-traveling-break and I’m here wrangling kids by myself day after day. He’s gone for weeks or months at a time and I’ll admit I get a little woe is me over that. Okay, maybe I sound a little dramatic ( cue sad music). That’s how it should be though, right? Maternal instinct is a real thing, yo! I’ve been the stay-at-home-mom driving the minivan, covered in spit-up, poop, or breastmilk for so long that I’m having a hard time identifying what my role in this world is now. I mean, my kids are my everything and I am theirs. I know it sounds so cliché to say such a thing but it’s true. I lost myself somewhere along the way, these past 12 years.
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