In about 48 hours we’re going to board a plane to Hawaii. Awesome, right? Except we’ll also have an 18-month-old with us and the flight is 7.5 hours. Hence the title of this post: Am I insane??
We flew with Adeline for the first time when she was 8 weeks old. We’ve since taken 10 trips with her. That’s 20 flights. Adeline has boarded a plane 20 times in less than 20 months.
There have definitely been some rough moments, but on the whole it’s gone surprisingly well. We’ve been lulled into a false sense of security and had our confidence boosted. We felt so sure of ourselves that we decided a seven hour flight with her wouldn’t be crazy. But I’m suddenly having second thoughts. The toddler-on-a-plane good luck can only last so long, right?
Still though, I tend to be pretty laid-back. “What’s the worst that could happen?” I tell myself when I start to get worried.
Oh, I don’t know… She could refuse to sit in her seat when the fasten seatbelt sign is on, causing the flight attendants to threaten to throw us out of the plane. She could scream for hours. She could, instead of screaming, do that incredibly annoying whining thing where she just whines for hours on end and it makes you want to stab your eardrums with the blunt end of one of her toys.
Seven hours… If I even try to keep her in the house for seven hours straight she loses it. Keeping her in the limited space of an airplane, confined to her seat for much of the time? This could get ugly.
But once we make it through, we’ll be in Maui. Paradise, so they tell me. It will be a (relatively) short period of struggle in order to reach something much better. Like with so many things in life, the pain will be worth it.