I don't know what I was thinking as a I planned and booked a trip to visit family without my husband. I know that in summer he is super busy and unavailable for travel. The kids and I start missing the cousins and grandparents and are willing to be without Daddy in order to see them.
The flight was booked for mid-day without thought of the nap schedule. Really though, it wouldn't have mattered since any flight would interfere with a morning nap or an afternoon nap. After being dropped off mid-morning, I thought I was a genius to feed my darling children in the airport before boarding the plane. Turns out the Uno pizza was too hot and so was the soup, so we packed it up and headed to our gate. Amazingly, we were able to board first since we were traveling with children under the age of 5... YEAH!
We got situated and comfortable in our seats. I don't usually look around to see who is sitting near me to avoid any dirty looks directed at the person who dares fly with small people. Well, the take-off was great and the kids all sucked their candies to alleviate the pressure build up in their ears. And, once we were at proper altitude, they were able to watch their movie, listen to their music, play their games and eat their food.
All was going well, except for the small creature that was being "contained" on my lap. He is 1 1/2 and VERY active. He was not sleepy and is not docile. He wants to grab all the magazines in their holders and tear the pages. He wants to smile and wave at all the business passengers next to us. He wants to play peek-a-boo with the gal behind us. And, he wants to grab the ball cap of the guy in front of us. My heart is pounding and my forehead is covered with sweat. I inwardly beg in a whisper, "Please, please, calm down. Please, just be still for another hour and a half..."
To no avail, the beast keeps on. It was an uneventful flight in the way of turbulence and aircraft mechanics. But, it was quite busy for the mom trying to wrestle the small bear in seat 17D.
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