I’m excited and terrified all at the same time.
The kids and I are going to visit The Jess. You may remember The Jess is my sister in law, who also happens to be my best friend (besides my cousin Jennifer, but I haven’t seen her in 4 years). I used to see The Jess at least once per week. Her husband thinks we’re co-dependant. At least he did. Before they moved to Adelaide. Sigh. I miss The Jess.
It’s been a couple of months since she moved. I haven’t seen her since. At least I’ve been busying myself with going to the gym and bible study, and junior jivers (a playgroup), and kindy gym.
The Jess’ birthday is in November, so it’s the perfect time to visit. She lives across the street from the beach by the way.
I’m terrified of the plane ride. Ugh. Visions of flying with Hannah by myself to the U.S. are filling my head. I had nicely repressed those memories for the last year.
She hardly slept the whole flight, we spent half of it walking the aisle, and she wouldn’t eat anything. On the way back, she vomited all over me during turbulence, and everyone spent the rest of the flight smelling it and wondering loudly where the smell was coming from. As if I was going to tell anyone it was me. How did I not write a blog post about that?
Anyway, that was hard enough with 1, but now I’ve got two. Daniel doesn’t like to stay put for 2 seconds and I can’t exactly walk the aisles on a domestic flight. People don’t really do that. Even if I could, what would I do with Hannah? Leave her by herself at her seat watching cartoons? Make her follow me up and down the aisles? What if Hannah has to pee? We’ll somehow all have to fit in the tiny bathroom as I try to make sure Hannah doesn’t fall in the toilet at the same time dissuade Daniel from shoving his hands in the bin, unrolling the toilet paper, banging on the door, and causing all sorts of mischief I haven’t even thought of.
What if he won’t hold still and spends the whole flight screaming and writhing around in my lap, kicking and pushing on my hands that are trying to keep him from getting off of my lap? What if they both decide to be cranky and scream the whole time?
I guess then I’d be that mom. That person that everyone looks at with disgusted looks on their faces, wondering why, OH WHY did she bring 2 little kids on their flight?
I think Hannah will be easy. Just give her the iPad and let her watch Mickey Mouse. She’d love that.
But if Daniel sees Hannah with the iPad, he’ll want the iPad. Because, you know, computers, iPads, and phones are like the best thing ever when you’re 1. He will whinge and point and throw himself towards that seemingly magical iPad that he so badly wants to poke. When he isn’t allowed to have it, he will throw himself backwards, bashing his head against my face, whilst screaming. Seriously, that is what he does.
So yeah, I’m sure we’ll have a great time in Adelaide, but getting there (and home again)…. Sigh. Maybe I’m crazy to even try.
How do you fly by yourself with 2 little kids? What is your secret?
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Sounds like you need another I-pad and something that makes kids drowsy. I’ve heard benadryl works for that.
I actually have another iPad-ish thing coming in the mail. It should be here by then. I totally forgot about it (ordered it with a bit of the $500 groupon voucher that I won). Good thinking!
Don’t let your kids color on it. Not like I *let* the littlest do it, really. More like I was closing my eyes in exhaustion and got suspicious that she seemed so content. Then I looked down and saw what she was doing, figured the damage was done, and let her keep it up for a minute because I didn’t know what else to do. It didn’t work right after that.
Oh dear, that doesn’t sound fun at all! I didn’t even think about the birth certificate thing! Although I’m pretty sure over here Daniel only needs his name on my medicare card as his ID. I’m pretty sure I don’t need a birth certificate. I’d better check though…. I should know, I used to be a travel agent.
I’m honestly not brave enough – yet. I have a hard enough time leaving the house, let alone attempt a flight with my little one. I, too, have heard of parents giving their kids a little Benadryl – per doctor’s instructions – during a long flight. Good luck!
Calm down….I took just one little one from VA to TX and was so worried that when I got back I had shingles. He was great by the way!
Oh goodness!
We don’t have benadryl over here. I wonder what the equivalent would be? Daniel does have a prescription antihistamine though.
I flew by myself with two kids when we moved from Utah to California in June. I ended up crying in front of everyone, and our littlest broke the Nook. The up side to the crying was that everyone took pity on me and offered to carry my luggage, which I had a lot of.
You, on the other hand, will probably not end up crying, because you will not have spent the last month packing, and the last four days cleaning the house by yourself while your husband drove the truck to California with his dad, only to get to the airport and have them charge you hundreds of dollars for a ticket for your 18-month old because you have no birth certificate with you to prove she’s under two, and then get on the plane and see there’s no seat for her and she has to sit in your lap anyway.
Yeah. No fun.
Bring something electronic, and toys. It may not be great, but it won’t last forever.
I actually have another iPad-ish factor arriving in the email. It should be here by then. I completely neglected about it (ordered it with a bit of the $500 groupon coupon that I won). Excellent thinking!