Don’t you just love the looks from people as you board a plane with a child in your arms…

My brother in law got married over the weekend so that meant having to transport the whole fam damily to Ohio (via plane) for a brief visit as well as a five hour drive to Chicago.
In my husbands wisdom he thought it best to have us fly a red eye from San Francisco to Ohio. At first this seemed like a great idea after all our older child has always flown so nicely with little if any problems. This trip proved to be different. It must have had a departure time of 10:30pm and by the time we sat in our seat and stowed our bags in the overhead compartment (Careful as those items may shift during the flight!) I could feel the tension from everyone around me. I knew what they were thinking…”Great a fucking crying little shit got seated next to me, wonderful.” Then finally the kiss of death as the business man in front of me turns around and says, “Oh I bet she sleeps like a baby.” Yeah thanks asshole you just cursed us all.
It was a fight till the death, I was tired and she was tired of being a lap child to make matters worse she also worked herself into such a sweat that I was feeling like a wet towel. Let us not for get the looks from people around me. Like I have the power to make her suddenly realize she might be annoying the other passengers. Or what the hell is that mother doing? Is she even noticing? (YES I noticed. At times I thought about finding my nearest exit and calmly opening the aircraft door to hop out and float to a peaceful bed with room for my legs and with out the smell of the person next to me who decided they didn’t need deodorant that day.)
So to all you childless travelers all I can say is, you once were a child. Unaware of what the elders around you might think it you streaked naked across the room or threw yourself on the floor because your parents told you that no you were not going to get to have ice cream from the truck playing it’s loud calling music down your street.
Sorry if my kids cry. But I am more sorry for you who has no patience or sympathy for a small child being… well a CHILD.