I remember the good old days as a single lady when I dreaded having to travel by airplane.
The crowded airports, red-eye flights, cramped airplanes, sitting next to drunk men or crying babies, the jet lag. Blech!
Then I remember the good old days when I dreaded traveling by airplane with baby Kenadie. She fussed, screamed, and conveniently had multiple blow-outs on flights that were still often in the middle of the night. Those were draining flights for me and Garrett.
(Colicky Kenadie passed-out after a scream-fest while traveling from Minnesota to San Diego)
I've now graduated to these good days of flying with 2 toddlers by myself while pregnant and still experiencing bouts of "morning sickness".
I've never run a marathon before, but after experiencing 3 hours of sleep, taking the kids to the airport at 4am, hauling 2.5 children and all our gear through security, escorting Kenadie to the airplane bathroom 5 times during one of our flights (thanks to that darned beverage cart!), racing through the Seattle airport with kids and bags in tow to make our connecting flight, and enduring a Lila tantrum that resulted in a passing-out spell during take-off, I can't imagine a marathon making me feel more haggard or spent than I did after that trip!
(A moment of peace brought to you by the magic of the mini DVD player--a must when flying with children!)
This traveling thing just seems to get more and more draining the more children you throw into the mix, which is why I am starting to like the idea of sequestering myself to Alaska for the next 10 years simply to avoid such trips.
Unless it happens to be the kid-free flight to Hawaii that my husband, in-laws, and parents have made possible for me and Garrett this November!
Although I have to admit that the thought of leaving my little girls gives me slight anxiety attacks, Hawaii has long been a dream of mine and a little alone-time with Garrett will sure be nice (our first trip alone since before Kenadie's birth).
Plus, I can't deny the odd excitement that I feel in knowing that the 6 hour flight to Hawaii won't include Lila's tantrums, baby diarrhea blow-outs, or screaming children (at least not mine, anyway). Just the thought of it sounds so heavenly and relaxing, a far cry from how I perceived similar airplane rides 5 years ago!