How is it that I’m perfectly fine and positively upbeat before boarding the plane home (See happy Dot with an ambivalent Ruby avoiding the camera at the airport), but I get off the plane an exhausted and sick human (See Ruby looking pissed off at Dot and life in general while on the plane)?
Oh, yeah. I forgot.
I got on a 24-hour flight across the Pacific. With one stopover and one delay. With a four-month-old. Prone to crying spells lasting 30 minutes. On a plane filled with more than 300 passengers.
Do the math and I’m screwed every which way.
Someone pass the Tylenol.
Can you take that with beer?
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