Camera Crew Wanted.

I need to find a camera crew stat.

Not for fame.

But to immortalize the crazy funny insanity that is my life.

This time for airplane antics, oh wait that would be a majority of my antics, just kidding, I think my life is a so called antic.

I have bought, borrowed and begged for many a suitcase on a return flight home, mostly because memorabilia was calling my name, and I love me some vacation merch.

This time it was on the way into a trip we were told we were overweight.

Interpret that any way you want.

So now in a NYC airport, before we even get to TSA we are all yelling, okay mostly me, and frantically trying to put on as much clothing as we can so as to avoid a Zeppelin level disaster mid air according to the check in guy.

We are practically having a clothing style pillow fight in front of anyone who will watch.

Perhaps TMZ caught the footage.

Sidenote after this information was given to us, we are all still "overweight" but now also hot, sweaty, and wearing three sweatshirts, four pairs of unwear as hats and the kids backpacks are so full it looks like we are smuggling in god knows what...I'm no astronaut but we still have the same amount, it just that now we look like buffoons.

None of this seems to make sense, but I digress.

We get our degree in "plane math" so now we can make it to our gate.

Pablo Escobar has nothing on me and my children.

Troopers?

That is the smallest compliment I can give them, besides a hard time ofcourse.

The term rockstars is more like it.

I say that at 6am, and not 6pm when one of my unnamed cherubs had a meltdown about deep dish pizza, because my laments would sound quite different last night from this morning...its amazing what a good night's sleep can do.

However, for such young kids, and they are just kids, they have rolled with the punches, been knocked down, and never saw a reason to not get back up.

So like yesterday at my Grandmother's funeral where it was mentioned that she buried two brothers, three husbands and two daughters and still fought through it all; I want to say cheers to my kids, who are truly the embodiment of the next generation of fighters.

And while my family circle may be getting smaller, it still remains the mighty ring that was built by incredible people; all of whom I love dearly; and even though I have recently been seeing under sad circumstances am happy to still have each and every one "aboard."

Love my crew, pun intended, each and every one; and will continue to admire and adore them under three hooded sweatshirts, two pairs of pants, three jackets, a four pair of underwear hat, and a 3 hour flight.

Now I am off to find a private jet so I won't have to worry about such nonsense terms as "overweight" and also, ofcourse, to make sure I can see my family whenever me and mine want to.

BRB.

#lifegoals

Xoxo,

C.