Traveling with kids

Let me start off by saying I love my country, I do.

Earlier this month I had hit my "flight" mode of culture shock. I really just wanted to get back to "The States", to shop in a normal store where prices are laid out and I don't feel like I'm getting ripped off, well, I know I am getting ripped off, but so is everyone else. To be able to drive a on a road where I know the rules of the road, heck to DRIVE. Until last night I didn't have a mode of transportation except my feet, a wagon and a bike. Anyway, there were lots of things pushing me to go back to the states, but 1 keeping me away. The travel! Just thinking about going through an airport with 3 children alone makes my eye twitch. Monday we took a trip to Bangkok for Mike's job. Getting through the airports with the kids was a breeze, and coming home from a very large airport was so simple. We were taken to our own special line to check in because we had 3 kids, then a special customs and immigration line was opened for us. Getting through security was a walk in the park. I didn't have to take the baby off much less my shoes. No one barked orders at me and made me feel like a 5-year-old child again. This is why I wouldn't go home. I HATE going through airports in the US. Yeah, yeah families get their own special line there too, but come on that's such a joke! We're moved from one line where things are actually moving to another line because we have kids where nothing is moving. There might be many reasons why the TSA security people are so RUDE, but really, I think it could be toned down a notch. Going through an airport in the US makes my hair fall out; here it makes me feel like traveling with 3 kids could actually be possible...

Until you forget the stroller.