It's time to fly..

Tomorrow morning I have to hit the skies with my infant son, traveling across the world to Europe. I have a blurry memory that once it used to be fun to travel... when you actually looked forward to go to an airport, get on an airplane and get somewhere. Now I'm waiting anxiously for those beam machines they have in sci-fi movies to get me places...

With less than 24 hours until departure I'm already stressed out for how I'm going to get me and my son through security at the first airport (do I have to remove my shoes? my hooded sweater? will the stroller cooperate and fold nicely through the x-ray? will the diaper rash cream be determined non-explosives?) and all the way to Stockholm.

United's tag line used to be "Fly the friendly skies" or something like it. Now it seems they've changed it to "It's time to fly". And for me that sounds just like when I was a kid and mom told me "it's time to go o bed", something you had to do, but just wished it would be over soon...