Oh my gosh.  I thought I would never get off that plane.  Babies were screaming nonstop- seriously.  And they weren’t even mine (I did bring 2, so that was a relief).  When my littlest one finally quit squirming and pointing at anything illuminated and saying “yight” and actually started to snooze (thereby allowing me much-needed rest), another child would wail…or a man would cough for the 100th time…or the flight attendant would loudly ask if I wanted something to drink…regardless of intent, they all interrupted any semblance of peace.  So, we did finally disembark and head toward our flat in Scotland.

Oh, our flat…while I really do enjoy life in the UK, it is not exactly peaceful.  I have mentioned before that my children are less than quiet.  Lying in bed trying to get over jet-lag, listening to hear if my children were struggling to sleep, I was shocked to hear how many noises assaulted me- car doors slamming, our neighbors having a conversation next door, the  local dogs yapping, the garbage cans being dragged out to the street, etc.  I said I was shocked- that’s because we normally use a white noise machine to drone out the ambient sounds.  However, this time (last  night), we couldn’t risk it since we had to be attentive parents for the sake of our jet-lagged children.

So, this is my ode to white noise.  Thank you for blocking out life so that I can sleep.  We will meet again soon.