Tonight we leave bound for Florida on the red-eye. Our second aero-trip with Archer, and longest journey yet. I was scared out of my mind last year and for no good reason. Archer was great. He loved the flight and fell asleep with his face pressed against the window, watching the clouds bend and drift and disappear.
Archer packs his belongings quickly and effortlessly.
I’ve been relatively laid back this go round. I went to Target and spent waaaay too much on airplane toys and doo-dads and distractions in case Arch decides he doesn’t want to sleep. All the good stuff I loved as a kid. Etch a Sketch. MagnaDoodle. M&Ms. Not to mention never-before-read books. Tractors. (Archer loves him some John Deere. Yeehaw!) And DVD’s. I even purchased the biggest carry-on bag ever because there was no effing way I was going to fit my vast assortment of shit in anything I owned. Check it:
I have managed to cram EVERYTHING including my computer bag (with computer, plugs, the whole nine), notebooks, books as well as Hal’s in-flight entertainment into this bad-boy… So we have one carry-on between us. Booyah! Totally girlscouterrific, I say:
Of course, we keep joking, with all this stuff we’re bringing, Archer will likely sleep through the flight and need none of it. Which would be awesome, don’t get me wrong! That’s what we’re trying to accomplish, after all. Peace and quiet and a few hours sleep…
(I’m knocking on wood.)
We shall see. In the meantime, I’ll be falling over the escalators at LAX trying to balance my wide load.