The Mile High Club or The Flying Nun?
Me? I'll be the nun. Flying with a toddler is about as far away from the mile-high-club as one can get. Tomorrow morning at 8 am I'll be getting on a plane. I have so much to do between then and now that my head is spinning. And the thought of getting through security BY MYSELF with a child and all the crap that we have to haul just makes my head hurt. Not to mention that everyone stares at you (when you travel with a wee one) like you are carrying the plague and HOW DARE YOU bring a child onto MY FLIGHT. Bite me.
So, my plan is to check as much as humanly possible and limit the both of us to 2 (one each) carry-on bags and the stroller. (Including laptop--for movies.) Still, it's challenging--and I'm not always the most chill flyer. However, I am going to know for us that the plane and the pilot and every passenger will have a fabulous, turbulence-free flight. It will be lovely and easy. And if so much as one jerk rolls his eyes at my child or asks me to trade seats with him so his pretty ass can sit next to the window, I'll whack 'em with a diaper!
Side note: Dad, I promise I won't really do that. Yes, I know they'll haul me off the plane if I do that. I promise I won't ACTUALLY whack the mean people with diapers! I will just vis-ua-lize whacking them with diapers. Better? I think my family worries I actually do these things...I will, however, admit the temptation is very strong.
Tonight I've got dishes to do, finish the last of the laundry and PACK. 2 checked bags and the carseat. I never relax until my butt hits the seat on the airplane. Then it's like WHOOSH my body just relaxes because I know that it's all done and all I have to do is enjoy the ride and enjoy seeing my family. I'm not taking ANY work home. No pilates. No acting work. No nothing. Just vacation. Just relaxation. Though--I will be blogging about my fabulous relaxation (I'm not sure HOW--my parents don't have internet at the house--I know I know--THE STONE AGES--sigh. And they live practically in the wilderness. Don't ask...) So...stay tuned...somehow, I'll get through. I'll drive 30 miles to a coffee shop if I have to!
When I get back it will be WHAM! BAM! Back in the saddle. But, in the words of Scarlett O'Hara: "I'm not going to think about that today. I'll think about that tomorrow!" Or the next day...
In the meantime: Pouvez-vous dire cet avez été la façon trop longue depuis mes dernières vacances?
Je prends des vacances!