We survived the first leg of our trip back home. It was only a 4 1/2 flight to D.C., and the girls can do that in their sleep. It's the next two flights that will test all of my patience (or lack thereof). I scheduled our itinerary to allow for long layovers, not because I enjoy sitting around airports while the girls find every disgusting thing to touch and smell, but rather so that we have enough time to lolly gag as we slowly make our way from one terminal to another.
We got up at o'dark thirty this morning and were met by the car service at 4:50 am. After zipping up the last of our 8 bags, 3 car seats, 1 stroller, and 4 carry-on bags, we were ready to head to the airport. A quick trip to LAX was followed up with an easy check-in, and an even easier move through security. A final Starbucks run, a little bagel action, and we were ready to get on the plane.
Right now we're sitting in the Red Carpet Club in Dulles, preparing to board our flight to Frankfurt. The girls are ridiculously hyper and have apparently left their listening ears back in LA. I'm not looking forward to these next 10 hours, and even less to our last 10 hour flight. We'll make it there, though it may not be very pretty. No, not very pretty at all.