the second shoe
Things were going well. Too well.
Traffic to the airport was great, we boarded our flight to London with minimal delays, and after a glass of orange juice, Maya changed into her pajamas and fell asleep before we even took off!
I remained vigilant though…for fear that things could take a turn for the worse. That the second shoe would drop.
But 2 hours later Maya was still sleeping soundly and Ali – not having Internet access – was steadily eating his way through the 11 hour flight. Rocket salad with tandoori chicken at 11 pm anyone?
“Ameena, you are so dramatic,” I berated myself as I turned over to go to sleep. “Traveling with a child is a piece of cake!”
7 hours later I woke up well rested and to the sounds of flight attendants with charming British accents asking me what I wanted for breakfast. And to a 6-year-old who was a very scary shade of green.
So the moral of the story is…never let your guard down. And keep barf bags (note the plural) near you at all times. Oh, and the second shoe?
It always drops.