We leave for the airport in about 2.5 hours. I'm supposed to be sleeping, but I'm too keyed up and nervous to fall asleep. I've been lying in the dark for the last 2 hours. Perfect time to write a blog post, I say.
The return trip is going to suck. It's sucked for the last 2 years, so I really don't have any hope of it not sucking this year. The main problem is the timing. The flight out of Iran leaves at 3:00 AM, but we have to leave the house by midnight in order to get to the airport 2 hours before flight time. We land in Germany at 6:30 AM local time, and then have to turn around and board the next plane at 9:30 AM. The overseas flight is the 11 hour beast from hell, and unless I can sleep on the flight into Germany I am going to be hurting. Of course, all of this includes dragging a tired 2-year-old around. Fun. I can't wait.
The last couple of days have been interesting. I usually reserve the night before our return flight as a change-the-sleep-schedule day, for both me and the Moosh. The family, however, sees the night before return flight as Party Time, even though I reiterate every year how important it is for the Moosh to go to sleep early.
At 6:30 yesterday evening I was putting the Moosh down for the night, and R's brother burst into the room hollering at the top of his lungs about some stupid crap he got for R. Of course, the minute he came in, the Moosh was wide awake (and he'd just closed his eyes - DAMN!) and R's brother took this to mean that he could get up and play. Keep in mind, he is in his pajamas and night diaper and I am giving him the Look of Death, but what could I do?
Then he called BIL #2, who called BIL #3, who decided that it would be the perfect time to bring over a cake and have the Moosh's unbirthday party. You see, every year they celebrate the Moosh's birthday in Iran 2 or 3 months early, depending on when we get here. I hate it. It's not the party I mind, it's the execution. It's always late at night, and usually way after the Moosh was supposed to be asleep. The whole family comes and they get him so revved up it takes hours of effort to calm him down afterwards. Hours of MY PERSONAL effort. It would be a perfect early afternoon party. They always hit the very night that I don't want them to do it and normally I'd try to head them off at the pass, but they never tell me they're going to do it in advance. Anyway, HATE. I hate the party. Hate.
Well it's 10:00 PM and the Moosh just woke up, so I'd better end this here. When I get back I will speak further about the hate. See you guys on the flip side.