Live Blogging a Solo Fight


I’d love to be able to tell you that flying with a 1 and 3 year old is a breeze, but then I would be lying and I am an honest person.

Since my husband flew back home on Sunday, it’s just me and the feral cats kids on this 8 hour journey (2 southwest flights and an hour layover in Baltimore). We are an hour in, Sidney is sleeping in her beco, on me, and a flight attendant just told me to unbuckle her. How about hell no? It was like giving a cat a bath to get her to even get in the carrier and now that she is sleeping I am not disturbing her. I told the attendant that she only needs to be unbuckled for takeoff and landing. She then informed me I would know more than her. Umm, I’m pretty sure you’re the employee here, but I do know she only needs to be buckled for the takeoff and landings.

Fortunately for me, my parents were on an earlier flight and helped me check in bags and get a coffee. Once they left, all hell broke loose. Bags were dropped, toddlers were chased and sippy cups thrown. Sidney licked a trash can and Jackson had a full fledged meltdown because I wouldn’t buy him a penguin.

We finally got on the plane and despite no one wanting to share a row with us on the COMPLETELY FULL FLIGHT, we tricked a poor college girl who was in the bathroom and helped ourselves to her row.

So here we are, approximately 3 meltdowns deep with 3 hours to go on our first leg of the travel journey. Wish me luck!


  1. Cynthia says

    As your friend, I SOOOO feel for you. As a reader, it’s comical (just b/c I can relate, unfortunately, to all the misbehavior)!! Wishing you a good nights rest!

  2. Karen says

    I almost died when I say Sidney licked a trash can! I am sorry you went through so much, but you are superwoman and always manage!