Someday I will fly first class. I’m going to put a jar in my kitchen and start saving coins until I can afford to fly first class somewhere – alone! When you travel with three kids you end up seated like this:
My knees are touching the seat in front of me, and my tray table rests on my legs. Where is that glamorous image of air travel I see in the commercials?
Now I know what you are thinking:
There are starving people all over the planet!
But this is MY blog and if I want to be selfish and petty and whiny and spoiled and shallow and… Oh my. I’m not coming off very well in this post, am I?
Just wait until I blog about the rest of this trip. You’ll be ready to send me to Africa on a UNICEF mission with Angelina Jolie.