Our day of travel started out well. The boys woke up and got ready ahead of schedule. Corwin ended up sitting impatiently in the van while Dad obsessively double checked that he had everything (and even so, had Corwin pop in the back and verify all the bags were there about half way to the airport).
We had a two hour drive to the airport, got checked in and headed for the gate. On the way Corwin insisted on picking up a bag of gummi worms. This percipitated the first of many of Charles’ melt downs. This time it was because Charles didn’t get a bag of gummie worms. I tried to explain that there were plenty of worms to share but this failed to mollify him. I tried walking off to see if Charles would follow, but he preferred to just get more distraught until I had to carry him away. After that, Charles only melted down when
But other than that, Charles was fine. The melt downs about getting on the plane were very unexpected - normally it’s hard to convince Charles that he can’t get on the plane, but apparently since the last few times he’s been to the airport he didn’t get to go, he now considers that the normal order of things.
Corwin was for once the better behaved boy, not complaining at all about carting his luggage around. He did tend to get a bit too far ahead of me at times. In the last airport, the lady who had been sitting behind him walked by, noticed he was looking very distraught and pointed me out behind him. Corwin claims that he wasn’t lost and knew where I was.
We finally arrived at my parent’s house, exhausted (except for Corwin), hung out for a while and went to sleep.
Sounds like a charcter builder day. No wonder you were tired.
