Traveling

It was Monday morning and my flight left at noon on Tuesday from Salt Lake. I had so much to do and not enough time to do it in. I wanted to leave around 3:00 so that I could make it to G&G Martinez's house before dark. HA! Fat chance. I had to unpack almost everything and then repack (it was going to be colder in Canada and warm in California I needed to change Austin and my outfits) I needed to clean the house that we had torn apart looking for the birth certificate, I needed to go shopping so that Devon had food while we were gone. I needed to make a couple of dinners and put them in the freezer for him plus a million other little things that had to get done. Devon and I were planning on going out for a late lunch before I left so that we could have a few minutes together that weren't total chaos before we were apart for two weeks, but by the time I was ready to leave it was 5:30 and I had to get on the road. I do not do well driving in the dark. I have a really hard time seeing, even when I am wearing my glasses. So, sadly, no dinner for us but Austin had just eaten and we were ready to hit the road. He was so good. He played in his car seat for a little over an hour and then I gave him his pacifier and covered him with a blanket and he went right to sleep without a peep and stayed that way until we arrived at Grandmas. Once we got in I fed him, then he played a little with G&G, Aunt Kim and Kirsti (Sp?) and Jordan. Then went right to sleep and slept on the floor without a peep until 7:30 the next morning. Our flight left at 12:05 and took us to Las Vegas, where we had a half an hour lay over before going on to Sac. Going through airport security and everything was great. Austin was so good it went really smoothly. On the airplane he was perfect. I fed him before we boarded and then we played and then once we were in the air I put him to sleep. It was a miracle. I couldn't believe it. He went right to sleep with not even one peep. Little did I know that he would soon make up for it. Once we changed planes in Las Vegas and boarded the next flight he was ready to eat again. So I fed him and we played for a while, then he was getting sleepy so it was time for a nap...but we weren't so lucky. He totally freaked out and I don't know why. He ended up SCREAMING (he is really mild mannered so even when he cries it's not usually that bad but this was the worst I had ever seen him!) for twenty minutes. Nothing would calm him down. I had everyone who was within ten rows of me, who had ever had or even though of having children trying to give me advice. It was totally stressing me out which wasn't helping the situation. I finally got him to sleep and we were starting to get ready to land. By the time we go to the airport we were both wiped out. He was tired of being held and I was tired of holding him. We were both tired and cranky but we made it.