BITE THE BULLET

Morning was taken up by going to the gym and then taking the minivan back to the dealership for the required state inspection. This time, though, there was no new sticker to affix to the front windshield as I was informed this practice is being phased out. I waited for an hour and was glad to be able to go home afterwards for a shower.

By the time I arrived home, it was close to half past noon. I showered, checked flight prices, then made myself lunch. I already had breakfast with the children this morning. I enjoyed a slice of hemp bread with crunchy peanut butter and honey whilst the younger two children asked for seconds of the Special K cereal with creamy whole milk.

Afternoon involved being on the phone with reservations agents in regards to the frequent flyer program. I had a nice, long conversation with a woman who was nine months from retiring from her airline job. She was incredulous as I lamented the fact of the high prices of seating for the sake of more legroom, recalling a time when people did not have to pay for Economy Plus seating.

The reservations agent continued to let me know she also would pay extra for the premium seating though she would not have liked spending such money. I decided to do so as the need for travel to Ireland will arise at least three times in a year over the course of the next two or more years.

When I arrived at the gym to pick up the children from day camp, the counselor informed my that Sage worked hard on a racetrack he made out of Jenga-like wooden bricks and waited to show me. It was a rather large structure he made on the gym floor. I regretted not having taken my large camera to photograph it but I snapped a photo of it with my iPhone as Sage instructed me to do so.

Sometimes we make compromises when the need arises. Sometimes we learn we cannot win at the pricing game the airlines play in hopes they will lower prices a week before we intend to fly. No matter how many times we check throughout the day, prices will fluctuate in an unpredictable manner.

Then at some point we learn we need to bite the bullet no matter how unpleasant a situation might be at the moment for we know that somehow, in the end, it will all be worth it.