First day of vacation. Traveling with the kids to Orlando. Flew at the ass-crack of dawn out of big airport, which is a drive.
I hate turbulence. With a passion. Got a lot of it on the first leg...bad enough to cancel the drink cart!
And then the layover in O'Hare. Why, oh why do we land at gate "as far away from our next flight's gate as is possible while still being in Illinois"? Get used to walking kids!
I love my son, but he did not stop talking the ENTIRE flight between Chicago and Orlando. My ears are tired.
Hotel has pool. Hot tub is broken. Oh, well. Hubby took the kids down so I can nap...
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