Your kids sleeping on a transcontinental flight.
We traveled to Utah and and back last week. Managing two small children on long flights is a very real sort of torture. It did not help that, both on the way to and back from Utah, we spent our layover racing across the airport to catch our next flight. Yeah-- we were those people.
Some poor unsuspecting soul believes he has managed to get a row to himself when right before take-off, a horde of rag-tag travel-weary passengers board the plane bearing car seats and tired children with dirty diapers.
Somewhere between Chicago Midway Airport and Salt Lake International Airport-- some 36,000 feet in the air, Lance and I pinky swore that we would not have any more children. Sorry Mom and Dad-- but not that sorry.
2 comments:
How did you manage to be by yourself?
HA! No more kids huh? I just flew from Utah to California and now I'm convinced being a parent is way too overrated! NO FUN!! Just kidding!
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