- We will get to the airport and realize we have more stuff than hands. I am trying my very best to pack light, but with two kids and a baby, my definition of light has changed. As it is, I am using one suitcase for four people's belongings. I am pushing it. On top of that we have Steven's bag, a diaper bag, two car seats, and two kid sized backpacks (which will each go on one kid's back). I think this is probably the most manageable thing that could happen.
- We don't have the proper documents to get on the plane. This past summer, Nolan and I missed our flight while my mother had to take my older boys because TSA does not let babies younger than 2 weeks old fly without a doctor's note. Who knew?
- Orion will try to climb on the conveyor belt when we put his stuffed giraffe on it. It's happened before.
- Delays longer than 15 minutes. Nuff said.
- A plane full of people who hate the sight, sound, smell, mere presence of children. I've been on a flight like this and what these child haters don't get is that BABIES CRY and they also can not chew gum to pop their ears. These people, I assume, expect every baby on the planet to be polite and ask for a meal or a diaper change in an "inside voice". Sorry pops, not going to happen. Which brings me to my next fear:
- Nolan and Orion will simultaneously cry so loud that the crew will ask us to get off the plane before we have a chance to take off. My mom is a paranoid freak and she told me she always fears this will happen when traveling with babies and now she's got me all freaked out. I know, I know, unlikely, but I am also a paranoid freak.
- No one will sleep. If this happens that means me and my husband will have to be clowns for six hours to keep #6 from happening.
- Someone in front of Orion will put their seat back and then complain when he kicks. With his car seat he's literally got maybe two inches from his feet to the chair. He's not even kicking his feet, he's just moving.
- A nightmarish 4 hour delay on the tarmac. Oh yes, it's happened.
- Lost luggage!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Adventures in an airplane
Tomorrow we are going to visit my family in Texas. That means all five of us, up at 4am, trudging through airport security and then onto a hot cramped plane for six hours. I am compiling a list of things I pray don't happen. Most of the things on the list I am sure will happen, some are probably not going to happen, but they cross my mind anyway. The top ten things I hope will NOT happen tomorrow are:
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