A 3 am wakeup is the worst. It’s too late to stay up, but too early to get more than a dusting of sleep. 3 am this morning found us bleary eyed and headed to the airport. The kids are heading off on their east coast adventure with their other set of grandparents. 2 weeks of southern hospitality and US history split between South Carolina and Washington, DC.
Camille was nervous last night because it was her first time flying without mom or dad, but I reminded her that her older brothers would be there too and that seemed to satisfy her. As far as security measures go, the kids were all given wristbands and ID numbers and I had to verify my identity, escort them to the gate, and wait until the plane was pulling away before I could leave. It’s probably terrible to admit that I would have been fine dropping them off with Carter in charge, especially since they were too busy watching Netflix to care if I was there or not.
I’m not sure how they’ll feel about domestic air travel. I’m pretty sure they aren’t getting fed every 10 minutes and they have to pay for any food that they want. I sent them off with a bag of trail mix and instructions to buy what they needed and I’d pay them back. 
They pulled out as the sun was coming up and now I’m home before I’d normally even be awake. I’m going to give myself jetlag without even getting on a plane. Night night/Good morning!
PS: a little over 7 hours later. . . 