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attendant says when she hands my passport back to me.
    “Yes,” I turn back to the counter, ignoring the blissful sounds of my sons. “It’s been quite a harrowing day.” I try to smile, but I find that I might cry if I move any of my face muscles.
    The attendant beams at me again (I swear I hear that sparkling, “change the page in your book” noise from my childhood records). “Well that’s why we have a special spot on the plane just for you!”
    My jaw drops as two buff and handsome attendants swoop up alongside of me. They each take an arm and lead me toward the roped off section of the waiting area.
    “Wait a minute!” I yell, straining my neck to see the members of my family staring after me with their mouths open. “What about them?”
    The sparkle tooth attendant is magically by my side again as I enter a lounge area. “Ah, they’ll be fine. Your husband will have no choice but to deal with them.”
    “But what is this?” I ask as I gaze around the lounge. A bartender is drying glasses behind a massive bar, while a second bartender serves up cocktails. There are quite a few extremely relaxed women reclining in the chairs and sitting in the bar stools. In the corner, I see one woman moaning with pleasure as another buff attendant gives her a neck massage.
    “This is the Moms Only Waiting Area,” Sparkle Tooth tells me.
    “Moms Only Waiting Area?” I repeat.
    “Yes,” she nods. “Only mothers are allowed here. No fathers, no kids…”
    “What?” My eyes open widely, intrigued at this novel concept. No fathers? No kids? Why that would mean…
    “That’s right,” Sparkle Tooth reads my mind. “No STRESS.”
    “How lovely,” I murmur as the bartender slips a mimosa into my waiting hand, and the massage babe runs his hands along my tense shoulders...
     
    “Evan! You can’t climb on that! Amy, a little help here?” I hear Roger shouting in the distance. He has rudely woken me from my nap.
    I groggily glance around and realize that we are on the plane. Somehow. The wait on the security line has been permanently blocked from my memory, probably as a defense mechanism.
    I recall that Allie was flagged as a possible terrorist suspect, leading them to discover her belly button ring that Roger and I had no previous knowledge of. This, of course, caused a loud ruckus as Roger and Allie screamed at each other in the security line—Allie reminding us that she “didn't even want to be on this vacation to begin with” and asking “why can't I stay with Kaitlyn instead of being dragged against my will?”
    Of course Roger called her an ungrateful little brat and told her she was grounded, causing her to storm off in a huff, which then caused the aforementioned security officers to tackle her to the ground as she had not been cleared to go yet. Roger, in turn, flipped out because they “dared to put a hand on his daughter” (the same daughter he had threatened to lock in her room until she was forty just two minutes prior). The line was stalled and, of course, people were staring at my circus of a family.
    In the meantime, Lexie (who had already been through the security line) had wandered off because something shiny had caught her eye, and I nearly had a heart attack because she was supposed to be keeping an eye on her brothers while all of this went down. Both of them followed her, and I could not find three out of my four children when Allie was finally released to sulk off with Roger not far behind her. They resurfaced when I waved the snack bag in in the air.
    It wasn’t until we were actually getting ready to board the plane that Colt realized that he had left his shoes on the security conveyor belt. Too late to go back and retrieve them, I shuffled him onto the plane with the promise that we would buy shoes as soon as we landed. I had no clue where we were going to buy shoes and how much they would cost, but I just needed to get on the fricking plane before I ran screaming and leaped off