Remember when I said that I was praying that my little G would be the best little girl ever and obey my wishes for her to leave her raging tantrums at home.
Remember when I said I hoped that the dreaded jet lag would skip her sweet self and that she would fall right back into a dream sleep/awake ratio??
none of that happened.
She screamed and fidgeted and cried and flipped out the whole damn plane ride. The last 2 hours she finally fell asleep. And let me tell you, I have never wanted to cry so hard in my life!!!!!!
Tired doesn't begin to express how I am feeling. I am praying that my solo mommy and G (Sans Duck) journey on the way home will be less painful.
The whole experience has me craving a little mental escape
I have cocktails on the brain...
WHAT KINDA COCKTAIL ARE YOU?
are you a fuity lady cosmo cocktail?
Are you a minty mojito?
Are you a skinny girl margarita with an extra shot of patron?
Are you a very dirty vodka martini with extra blue cheese olives?
are you a lay by the pool pina colada princess?
If I am honest, right now I would drink all of these drinks one after the other.
Normally I favor myself a Dirty Martini with extra blue cheese olives!
and on school nights I drink skinny girl margs with extra patron!