Last summer, Brad, being the awesome husband that he is, suggested that we choose a destination, just the two of us, in order to celebrate our 15th anniversary. After much brainstorming we settled on New York City. It would be a first for both of us.
So on March 31st, right before their bedtimes, we dropped all four children off at our beloved friends' home. Brad and I then hopped a red-eye flight to JFK airport.
We're young, right? We can sleep a few hours on a plane and hit the ground running, right?
As it turns out, no. We cannot.
Neither of us, crammed into those little spaces we paid premium prices for, slept.
Not a wink.
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