Jetlag, Part 2

We got back from Denver last night, later than expected, with one crabby baby and way too much luggage. One of the most annoying things about traveling with a toddler (besides the brusing on your legs from getting stomped on the entire flight) are the people that come up to you with their double strollers and say, “Just wait until you have two.” Why? Just because I have one screaming kid I should thank my lucky stars that I don’t have another? Does it make the throbbing in my head any less painful because I only have one set of little hands poking at my eyes and ears and nose and pulling out my hairclip and dancing all over my lap?! My pain is just as real as yours, even if I’m only pushing one umbrella stroller through a foreign airport waiting for my late flight, damnit.

OK, so I’m a little, teeny, tiny bit grumpy today. Bet you couldn’t tell.