I’m still fearing the wrath of the proverbial dropping of the other shoe – but I did it. I took what in my mind is the biggest risk imaginable.
That’s right. Owen went on a plane – two actually, a round trip. (Albeit very well sanitized sections of the planes…thanks to one over zealous mother with the sanitizing spray. No names mentioned, of course…just some crazy blogger who might be known as the hand washing nazi…no wait…nazi sounds negative…princess…Hand Washing Princess…I kind of like that)
I was solo-parenting for these flights with the two boys. The flight there was hectic, but exceeded my expectations. The flight home…well, the only surprise was which child was the cause of my desperate need for a mommy time out tonight.
Don’t let the sweet innocent picture fool you. This picture represents the last five minutes of the flight. The other 55 minutes? Owen was N-A-U-G-H-T-Y!.
This was my first time witnessing a completely wound up Owen for an extended period of time. He yelled at me, he gave me dirty looks, he arched his back, kick, screamed…you know, typical two-year old on a flight stuff. I have to admit the entire time he was being incredibly naughty, it took all I had to stifle my laughter. He has the cognition to be crafty and so emphatically sure of what he wants, the voice to be heard by every. other. person on the plane, the fine motor skills to hit the flight attendant button, the gross motor skills to climb everywhere, kick the seat ahead of him and simultaneously hold my hand away from the window while pulling down the window shade with a BANG (repeatedly. repeatedly. yes, a few more repeats) and the interest and ability to take several sips of my coke.
Ohh…and he was healthy enough to be on a plane. (Do NOT drop other shoe, please! I’m begging you. I’m pretty sure we had about 50 other shoes drop in the first year alone…we’re really good on shoes dropping).
What had us on the flight? A trip to Grandma and Grandpas! We had a good time.
And now, I’m really tired and must go to bed in my own bed with no kids sleeping in the room and Kyle doing all the bedtime rituals.
I can’t wait to go to work tomorrow…the office is the perfect vacation from a vacation.© Copyright Tatum, All rights Reserved. Written For: Ain't No Roller Coaster