So...the airplane ride with my son was great. I am truly blessed #1 for my child and #2 because somehow I remembered to just keep breathing through it all.
We dashed over the the train for our 1 hour ride into SFO. If all went well - I would be there by 5p with an hour to spare. My flight left at 605p. No that's wrong - DELAYED until 8:55pm!!!! Go figure. I had even checked to see if there was a delay before we left - got to love fog.
It worked out though - we had dinner took some long walks, endured countless comments like "you are travelling by yourself", "you are so brave", etc.
We arrived in LA AT 10:30pm - my son awake the entire time - I was exhausted from making sure that I kept him happy the whole time.
Minus a flight delay on the way home - things went about the same. Very happy to be home from a long weekend.
