This is a public letter to all of my future fellow flight members.
I will be flying from Washington to Florida with three very small men. A 5 year old, a 3 year old and a 1 year old. They will be waking up at 3 AM to get to the airport, thus disrupting their much, much, much needed sleep. In short, they are gonna have their crank up to full blast.
This isn’t a leisurely flight for a fun filled vacation. They know we are moving from the only home they have ever known. Things are being packed, donated, and thrown away. There is change in the air.
They are not going to have their Daddy with them. I’m 95% sure he’s the favorite of the older two. This is going to be stressful for them as I’m sure you can imagine. But they will have their Aunt Kaicee, and she’s a blast and a half, so I’m hoping that makes up for it.
There will be tears. And possible screaming. I can only do so much from the confines of a 2 foot wide seat. But I will do my best. I’m sorry.
They will laugh and giggle and probably scream, this time in delight, so I apologize for that.
They will have toys; loud toys, quiet toys, squishy toys, toys that roll away.
Experience tells us they don’t do so well with the whole pressurization thing. So bare with me for a possible 20 minutes of screaming on take off and landing. Please don’t shoot your hateful looks my way as I’m trying to comfort my dudes who are in obvious pain.
Just know we (my little sis and I) are going to be doing our absolute best to keep them happy and calm, but they are after all little dudes. Please don’t make rude comments. Believe it or not I can still hear them over my child screaming. Please don’t shoot me dirty looks. All it does is stress out a Mom that is already doing her best.
And I totally get it! You didn’t pay for your airline seat to hear my kids be loud. Totally get it. But hey that’s life.
True story, my last flight, which was the one I mentioned above where we found out they don’t do so well, I was puked on by the two kiddos sitting next to me. Oh, they weren’t mine. I wasn’t thrilled, but sh*t happens.
So just think about that. :)
And I have chocolate if you want some.