I’m on a plane alone, returning from a work trip, and I wish my kids were with me. I know; it’s shocking to me, too. I WANT my 3 yr old and almost 2 yr old to be on a flight with me? A five hour, full flight in the middle of nap time? Yes. … Continue reading Flying Without Toddlers Is Almost As Hard As Flying With Them
I’m sitting alone at the Seattle airport, on my way to a friend’s bachelorette party. I’m crying. I didn’t cry when my first child, my son, was born. And I didn’t cry when his little sister was born a year and a half later. Sure, I was happy. And I was relieved beyond words that… Continue reading Traveling With Kids Is Almost Impossible, But It Turns Out Traveling Without Them Is Boring
