Tomorrow Husband, Swimmy and I are off to Chicago to see BestFriendWendy and her family for a long (WAAY overdue) weekend. I am so excited to get to spend time with my best college friend and to have our kids get to spend time together and play.
However, in order to get to Chicago, we have to get on a plane. And, fly.
I am not a good fly-er. Husband knows this. Normally I would partake of a lovely Dramamine and Bloody Mary Mix cocktail and knock myself clean out for the flight. It works best that way.
However, because the Swimmy is joining us, I will be sharing Swimmy Distraction and Entertainment Duties with Husband. And I have to APPEAR to be a terrific fly-er.
This is the Swimmy’s first flight ever. I’m not sure how she’s gonna deal with this. Feeling off balance and “new” experiences are not always her forte. (Wonder where she gets that charming trait from?)
We’ve bought coloring books, crayons and the ever important and highly recommended portable DVD player to fill the agonizing 3 hours with fun, Strawberry Shortcake and Dora the Explorer.
I cannot think of a worse way for me to spend three hours suspended in mid air NOT MEDICATED.
If any of you wise Internets out there have any tips on traveling and/or flying with a 4 year old, I am officially opening up the assvice pipeline right now. Let ‘er rip — I’m all ears, er, eyes.