Traveling With A Million Kids

January 21, 2010 - No Comments (be the first!) by Mishelle - Familija

“Where ya been, Mishi? Where’d ya travel with four kids, a stroller, a carseat, four carry-ons, and camera gear? Huh? Huh? Tell us!”

Well class, I traveled to the frozen tundra, of course. Ok, ok…not REALLY the frozen tundra, but Buffalo, NY; a place that is pretty damn close to a frozen tundra. And, let me tell you, I was so happy that there was fresh white snow on the ground while I was up there, too, because–dammit–I got to take pictures of the kids in the snow. Catch my drift? My snow drift. Hardy-har-har.

Seriously, enough with the bad dialogue, run on sentences, and poor humor.

How else can I aim low in one post? Simple: I can tell you how I. DID. NOT. PACK.

“You didn’t pack? Mishi, you really have done gone crazy! How could you not pack for yourself and four kids? Huh? Huh? Tell us!”

EASY! My mom shopped like the shop-a-holic she has proven herself to be over the years. She stock-piled jeans, sweaters, fleecies, pajamas, socks, underwear, shoes, coats, you-name-it, it was waiting for us. Not a Snuggie in sight, though, and I’ve decided that I’m definitely not going to buy myself a Snuggie. If I am not bestowed one, well then I just won’t be having one, but I digress.

“So you didn’t pack, Mrs. Smarty Pants? How did you get all the stuff home? Huh? Huh? Tell us!”

EASY! I went to this place called the UPS store, bought some boxes, stuffed the shit out of them, taped them up, took them back, and had them shipped home to Georgia. Not only will our stuff not get lost, I saved myself the heartache of waiting in baggage claim in one of the busiest airports in America. And, that? That’s worth the ten extra dollars I paid to have the boxes shipped as opposed to checking in luggage!

I do have to say that flying by myself with four kids, a stroller, a carseat, four carry-ons, and camera gear is really effin’ hard. Nothing compared to the stressful ten days I spent in NY. But, that’s a TOTALLY different story.