A four day weekend just doesn’t seem as relaxing with a solo parenting flight with a toddler on either end of it.
Assuming, of course, that I MAKE it through that solo parenting flight.
Gulp.
Here’s hoping this trip doesn’t drive me insane, that my kid doesn’t make all the other plane passengers hate me, and that I can somehow manage to corral my very physical, very strong willed kid.
Someone pass me a margarita.
Good luck, you’ll be great!
Also, for what it’s worth, I just wrote a blog post about traveling with/dining out with babies/kids and people were VERY understanding of people traveling with kids. Let’s hope your fellow passengers feel the same way my awesome readers feel!
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