From a woman's point of view, the morning of a family trip is always the worst. Tensions are high, and there's a lot to do. Drop off dog, fill the car with gas, clean out refrigerator, empty trash, finish packing, turn off the iron . . . . you know. Time seems to move in slow motion as we all try to get it all done and just get ourselves out the door. There's a lot of yelling and vacuuming going on -- mostly coming from one person. (I won't mention who, because you've probably already figured out it's the matriarch :)
In spite of the pre-vacation Matrix, we made it to the airport -- without traffic, long security lines, or baggage check-in. Miraculous around these parts.
And now, everyone is back to normal enjoying the selection of cheeses in the Air France lounge at LAX.
Lot's of conversation in here about cheese, let me tell you. It's so funny to listen to all the different tables discussing their favorites as they break into their mini packats of Le Brie and Baby Bel. I'm glad to be among peeps who appreciate the good stuff.
If they like this, wait until they get to France.