Last time I flew with Aedan he was only 7 months old. Tomorrow Pat, Aedan and I are flying to Wilmington, NC to visit family but this time Aedan isn't a sedentary 7 month old, he's a rambunctious and highly active, silly 17 month old!
We're both a little nervous about the flight. It'll be fine. I'm sure it'll be fine but I envision tantrums - the back arching kind that make you grind your teeth and smile attempting to make people believe that this kind of behavior is out of the ordinary for your kid when you know all along that making him sit for a full hour is just not logical. Ugh, I say!
I imagine trying to get though security with our jogging stroller and them not letting me gate check it.
I imagine our checked car seat getting lost somewhere between here and there.
I imagine the darn pack-n-play getting lost by FedEx Ground because ya know we had to ship it for 40 stinkin' bucks!
I've considered drugging him for the flight but that just doesn't seem right. I've got to deal with it sooner or later because in October I'll be flying with him BY MYSELF ALL THE WAY TO TEXAS! This adventure is like a preview of what I'll be doing in October. It'll be fine. He'll be fine. I just might lose my mind though.
I know what it's like flying on a plane with "that parent with the kid(s)." I used to get really annoyed at them and mumble to myself that I wish there were planes just for people with kids. I would count to ten to make myself not turn around and give the kid who's kicking the back of my seat with an evil eye. When I flew to Africa there was a kid probably about 10 sitting next to me who ended up needing the puke bag in the pocket of the seat as we were making our decent. I felt really bad for him of course but couldn't help to think WHY OH WHY do I always get stuck sitting somewhere in the vicinity of someone's kid nevertheless a puking kid? You know what happens when you're next to someone puking? You start to get the dry heaves sort of like in the movie Stand By Me but thankfully I didn't need my puke bag.
It's all come back to bite me in the ass. Doesn't it always? I always say, "Don't put something out in the world if you don't want it to come back to you!"
So between now and our flight I'll be trying to do everything I can to make this trip go as smooth as possible. Wish me luck. Wish me sanity.
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Just remember, you could be the mother of the puking kid, or have 3children on the plane with you! So they lost your baggage, so the cat ruined your mattress. You are home safe and the wee little boy is sound asleep in his bed. I told you to stay home - isn't it time that you started to listen to your Mother?
i know, i know. when will i ever learn???
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