Leaving on a Jet plane

I know right? Two days in a row?

Last week Liz and I had the privilege of flying home for the first time just the two of us. I was so nervous. I even considered getting a new phone so I could download movies to keep her occupied but then I realized I was being ridiculous and sucked it up. Luckily we got a good time and a good seat. It was a smaller plane with maybe 15 men and 2 women. When we checked in they told me they changed my seat, little did I know we were going to be put in the very back of the plane with no one in front, beside, or behind of us for 4 aisles. I felt like Rosa Parks but instead of the back of the bus we were in the back of the plane.

It was a 2 hour flight to Dallas and I think I had a harder time then Liz. Whenever I fly, drive, or on anything thats moving I instantly become tired and fall asleep. When I fly by myself I stay awake long enough to take off, that's my favorite part, and then the tray comes down and I am out. Without fail as soon as we took off my eyes became so heavy and it took everything I had to stay awake and entertain Liz. Luckily she had Life cereal to eat, but that only lasted 15 min. and then I really don't remember the next hour. Towards the end I finally gained come energy and Liz and I played. She started getting whiny and wanted to run up and down the aisle so instead of fighting her I set her in the aisle next to me and she sat there as happy as can be.

We had an hour and a half layover in Dallas and it was perfect. We ate at McDonalds and I treated liz to an ice cream cone. I let her walk around the airport a bit and then it was time to board. She did awesome the whole time and when we landed I kept thanking her for being so good and cooperative. We'll be flying again this next Wednesday and I pray she does just as good. Except this time our flight leaves at 6:35 am. Shoot me.