Traveling with Sandra Mitchell from the Office of Diversity. I near the window, she on the aisle. A young mom asked her to trade with her husband, which Sandra reluctantly did. She definitely got the better end of that deal. I was now on the window side of a young couple with a 3 month old crying infant and 15 month old on their laps. The older girl was apparently quite empathetic with the infant and joined the melee regularly. I am sure I will incur the ire of the likes of Patsy, Traci, and Heidi and all you others in the College who love the little ones, but I was in need of mood altering substances somewhere between the 30 renditions of itsy bitsy spider and the voluminous spit-up. You really just can't get that smell out of your clothes, you know? Meanwhile, Sandra sat in her seat with noise-canceling headphones, watching movies and enduring no spit-up whatsoever.
The photo is from the airport, where we joined up with Keri, Pam and Deb, coming from Detroit and Xavier. Two clowns kept jumping in the background of the photo. Really, they were clowns. On their way to Central America to do some clowning.
When we finally got on the final leg -- which sat on the tarmac for nearly 2 hours while they sorted through bags -- three young 'uns sat in front of us again. Sandra and I both had a near-death experience when we heard the mom utter those three words that strike fear in the short-fused menopausal: "No adult supervision." Having said that, they were reasonably well behaved and the worst we had to endure was a lot of video game patter. From arrival in Nicaragua, though, all went well. No problems in customs and the hotel was lovely, with an indoor courtyard filled with greenery and bird songs, a swimming pool, and a free beer from the group sponsoring us. You gotta love the Jesuits.
Club soda works wonders (for spitup), as does Benadryl (for short-fused adults). :-)
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