Day Eighty-Eight: Edward Died In November Buried Under Robert Grahams House

Today has been a whirlwind of a day.

The boys went to school and I came home with Taters and got busy. I packed us all up, which is like the best workout ever apparently. I got a TON of steps on my FitBit from the packing/cleaning I did this morning. I then went and ran some errands, picked up the boys from school, came home to Todd home and we all caught a cab to the train station.

We trained it to Gatwick airport and after going in the terminal and walking all over for what seemed like forever looking for the EasyJet check in place, we were told we were in the wrong terminal. Lovely! So we high-tailed it over to Terminal 1, and checked in.

Don't you love flying with kids?! Oh...right, I don't. It is such a royal pain in the bootay. After getting stopped in the security line for a changing of their staff for 15-20 minutes, all the while Tate going berzerko, and the boys starving for dinner and letting everyone hear about it who was waiting with us, I was ready to call it a day and just go home. We finally got through security and into the main part of the airport.

We found a little place to sit down and eat, ordered and waited for our food. And we waited, and waited and waited, oh yeah and...waited. After 30 minutes we realized that if we didn't leave right then we might miss our flight! We told our server and she assured us that it would be right out. It wasn't. Then she told us she would box it all up. I was like, "uh yeah, no!" Can you even imagine that hot mess? Trying to feed the boys a huge hot meal on the plane? So we just left! We were like "peace!" I am sorry but it was CRAZY. We all ran Home Alone style down to our gate and boarded the plane. I was so done it wasn't even funny. I was like, Scotland Schmotland by the time we got on that plane.

By the time we got settled on board and the kids turned on a movie on the ipads, everything was okay again. We ordered food for everyone, ham and cheese toasties and crisps all around. We ate and flew and before we knew it we were landing in Edinburgh.

Here is part of the troops (Tate is with me...can't see him) hauling our loot to catch a taxi to the hotel.

Thanks Edinburgh! Don't mind if we do!

We caught a cab to our hotel and the cab driver told us this little ditty to remember how to spell Edinburgh, since Todd and I were spelling it all kinds of weird fangled ways. He said in primary school he learned, "Edward Died In November Buried Under Robert Grahams House". We got a kick out of that and the boys were saying it over and over and over again all night. I don't think I'll ever misspell it again.

At 11:00pm before getting into bed, I looked out the window and saw that it was still light! I mean it wasn't sunny, but the sky wasn't dark, it was like duskish looking. SO WEIRD! We googled about Scotland and the sun in the summer and sure enough, sometimes it never gets pitch black. So cool. But not so cool too, because this staying light business until weird hours of the night, and then getting light again at about 3:30am is really making my sleeping habits all weird. I have been having insomnia and it is no fun at all.

Well I'm beat, can't wait for a day seeing Edinburgh tomorrow!