Flying with children is much harder than flying solo, or with another adult. BUT, flying with little ones shouldn’t deter you from flying.  Go ahead and book your tickets.  I will help you plan your way to a (somewhat) peaceful experience.

A side note: Learn from my most recent overconfident mistake of not packing a second change of clothes for baby for the plane...  Yep, poop... EVERYWHERE.

 

Bah Humbug. Life is not ‘Norman Rockwell-esque’ with the perfect marriage, perfectly dressed son and daughter, a well-behaved dog, and a golden-skinned turkey, roasted to perfection sitting on the decorated holiday table.  But this was never real life.

I don’t know how it’s shopping season already, but it is.  If you are anything like me (children, work, cook, clean, fold, wash, repeat), then you shop online.  I cannot imagine navigating stores on Black Friday, or any other day for that matter.  I always have my kids with me, and unless there is a play area and a reliable person to watch said children as I shop, then it ain’t happening.  (Why has Target not created this play area?)

Holy hell; what just blew through? The toddler tantrums from I don’t know where… Oh, Hello Tuesday-After-The-Long-Holiday-Weekend. You greet us with all of your reality and glory, expecting us to jump back into the swing of life as if we didn’t just indulge in the excuses of holidays to forgo real life for three days. Not only did we indulge in it all, but we stupidly allowed the children to follow suite. What’s a few scoops of rainbow colored ice-cream? Sure, you can have that sixth cookie. Bedtime? That doesn’t exist on holiday weekends.