« The Real Cost of the Twelve Days of Christmas | Main | Movie Lines »

George, Sam and I spent Thanksgiving break in New Jersey, visiting my step-mom's family (also known as the least dysfunctional family I've ever met . . . my uncle said, upon meeting them, "It's like walking into a Disney movie."). We had a great time seeing everyone, and George and I even had the rare treat of being able to spend a day in Manhattan (Note to readers: Never, ever attempt to enter FAO Schwarz on the day after Thanksgiving. You’ve been warned.).

Yesterday we had to get up at the dismally early hour of 4:30 a.m. to catch a flight back to Florida. Sam woke up cheerfully enough, and stayed awake for the hour long car ride to the airport and for the three hour flight home, much to the consternation of our airplane traveling companions (and especially the woman sitting directly in front of us, as Sam was obsessed with pulling the phone on the back of her seat down, then pushing it back up, then pulling it back down, etc, etc).

In fact -- and the moms out there who have traveled with squirming tots will appreciate the cruel irony of this -- Sam didn't fall asleep until the plane touched down and was taxiing to the gate. I was tempted to wake him up -- out of spite -- but George talked me out of it.

We returned to the best present I have ever received . . . my mom had my house cleaned for me while I was gone. By professional cleaners. I'm sure she was trying to make a point (especially when she commented that it had taken a team of two EIGHT hours to clean the place), but I don't care. It was heaven.

Posted 29 November 2004 at 01:53 PM