Hello! We are in Georgia. Drowning.
Hey, kids! This is where we’re going to live! Isn’t it GREAT? Over here we have… mud. And over there… more mud. Also, there is lots of rain, and the sky is a gorgeous shade of gray. ARE YOU EXCITED?
Oh, the weather will let up in a day or two. It’s just that we got in late last night and had to get up early today and have been running around and I JUST NOW had a minute to stop and go to the bathroom, whereupon I discovered that my hair was four times its normal size. But at least I’d been wandering around like that all day.
The trip itself was almost too easy; the kids were so good I wondered if I’d accidentally picked up the wrong ones back at security when I was retrieving my purse and my shoes and my bag of deadly liquid hair gels. We sat in the airport for a while (“Look! A plane! Look! Another plane!” “That’s a seagull.” “Oh.”) and then we rode on a plane for a while (“We are now leaving the earth! GOODBYE, EARTH!”) and then we landed in Atlanta.
With an hour between our landing and Otto’s landing (he was out of town before this, so we coordinated his return and our arrival), I was a woman with a plan. All day I had reminded the children that If They Were Good, we would stop for a treat in the airport. It would be late—past their bedtime—but I would buy them the ice cream of their choosing if only they could keep it together during our trip. They came through with flying colors, and so the first order of business was to find ice cream.
No problem! We headed over to Otto’s terminal and just about immediately ran into a Ben & Jerry’s. I sat the kids down, took their orders, and went to get their reward.
They both opted for mint chocolate chunk. Or, should I say, mint chocolate platinum chunk. Do you know what a SINGLE SCOOP of ice cream costs at the airport? Five dollars. I could’ve bought FOUR PINTS of Ben & Jerry’s for what I paid, yesterday, for two scoops of it. And so I died, right there at the airport, of utter indignation. The children enjoyed the ice cream, though.
(I especially enjoyed the part where Chickadee kept extracting and holding up gigantic chocolate chunks and saying to me: “Mama, it’s too bad you gave up chocolate for Lent! Look! This is SO GOOD.” Had I not been dead, I might’ve had the strength to kill her.)
After ice cream, we located Otto’s gate, then headed into the nearest bathroom to brush teeth and change into pajamas. (Not me. Just the kids. Though if I thought I could’ve gotten away with wandering the airport in my jammies, I might’ve.) By the time they were ready, it was just a few minutes until Otto landed.
Happily reunited, we all walked the twenty miles required to get out of the airport, then headed home with Otto. Chickadee passed out in the car almost immediately; every time I peeked back at her, she was in a different contortion of complete exhaustion suspended by a seatbelt. Monkey chattered on and watched the other cars and complained that his seatbelt was too tight and then finally passed out in a puddle of drool.
The children were easily transferred to bed once we got home. I wish I could say that waking them up this morning went as well. But the reality is that this morning was ugly all around. No one had enough sleep, the weather is rotten, and IT IS COLD.
Wasn’t that why I wanted to come here? Because it’s warm? Oh, right. That whole getting married thing. Well that TOO, but the weather was definitely second. And it’s just about as cold and disgusting here as it is at home, right now. Hmph.
We visited two elementary schools this morning. At one, the principal himself showed us around, teachers fell all over themselves to invite us into classrooms and show us what they were doing, the president of the PTA happened to be there and was very kind and chatty and gave me her email address, the art teacher’s two children have the same names as my kids (and my kids have pretty unusual names, so that was JUST SPOOKY), classical music is piped into the cafeteria during lunch, and the students appeared friendly and happy and well-behaved. At the other school, the principal was unavailable, teachers glanced up when we walked in and were waved at to continue and then disregarded us, and we saw very few students because we zoomed through at the speed of light.
Guess which one we’d like to send the kids to?
I did ask if there was some sort of secret password I can use at preregistration to get the school we want, and was given some tips (“the duck flies at midnight!”), so I think we’re in good shape.
After that, we went to lunch with some coworkers of Otto’s, and I was silently grateful that Monkey took a break from bouncing around to shove some broccoli into his mouth for a few minutes. So far both kids are not at all certain that being here is a good idea, especially when—as Chickadee was kind enough to point out—it wasn’t raining at HOME.
Today we still have a Tae Kwon Do studio or two to check out, and school preregistration to get to tonight. If any of us can stay awake that long.
Tomorrow will be better, because we won’t have to run around so much, and also because we’re going to the aquarium. And because everyone is going to bed early tonight. (I could use a nap, myself, but we’re sitting here in Otto’s office while he teaches a class, and I don’t know that I could get very comfortable here on his desk.)