This was Max's and I's first vacation alone. I'm not gonna lie, I was a little stressed. Mostly about the flight. I've witnessed (pre-baby) the parents that look beat to shit. You know the ones, the ones with mangled hair, blood shot eyes, with a little toddler clinging to the front seat, shaking it furiously. All the while screaming.
I've seen her, even judged her. Now, on the other side, the dark side, I am faced with the same fate. A screaming monster who would love nothing more than to run the aisle of the plane, and perhaps pound on the cockpit door.
Thankfully, the flight to Anchorage was smooth. I had an extra seat that I was able to pin Max too. Since he was in his car seat, he was none the wiser. We watched a little Cailou, had some snacks and even took a little nap.
It was the flight home that was gonna put me to the test. A full flight. A mama's worst nightmare. And to add insult to injury was the grumpy man next to us with the look for disgust on his face. "GOD, NOT A TODDLER". He was practically seething with it. But to my surprise, Max was actually pretty good. I knew if I acted stressed he would act stressed. So I had my little mantra going. Its all good, its all good. And surprisingly it was. He got a little fussy here and there and I had to man handle him a bit, but for the most part my monster was tame.
|Headed to Anchorage|
|headed to Seattle. |
You can see the fear in my eyes :)