Foiled again.

We left our hotel at 4:30am. That's right. That means we had a 3:50 wake-up call. It was a very early morning. For me at least. My kids,however, are completely unfazed. They bolted out of bed and show no apparent signs of fatigue. Why is that? Why do kids have immeasurable energy even under the most harrowing travel situations? I know it sounds cliche but if I could bottle that energy . . . You know how it goes.

We are currently in PHX in the President's Club. The lady from the front desk just had to come ask me to ask my kids to stop running around the business lounge. It's 6:30 in the morning local time. I have no idea how I became that mom - the mom that let's her kids run wild regardless of the setting. We are about to be on a plane for seven hours,though, and the "business man" I think she thought we were disturbing is actually my husband and their father (though he does look like he doesn't know us with his head buried behind the computer screen). Come to think of it, I'm glad I'm that mom. Time to hang loose.