You gotta figure you're in for a rough ride when the kid sleeps less than either of you. We just rolled in from France, via Munich and the Reston, VA Chick-Fil-A. The kid not only hasn't slept more than 30 minutes in the last 20 hours, she was a rock star on the 8+hour flight home, and she literally ran the entire concourse from the terminal to the parking garage. She was definitely riding on fumes the last hour or so, though, and she couldn't hold it together enough to pick between two pairs of pajamas.
Me, I somehow survived the unholy combination of the EU's new [as of Nov. 6, apparently] no-liquids policy and United's Pepsi-only zone. My wife is headed for the bath, with an unlimited supply of hot water, something that the plumbers on the house in France have yet to figure out.