Sky, AV, and I were taking a direct flight up north to visit my family. We were only going to be on the plane for an hour and a half, so even with a 2 1/2 year old and a 7 month old I really felt that taking them by myself wouldn't be bad. (Sky's crazy fit count has gone down lately and as long as AV has unlimited access to fresh jugs of milk she is pretty happy.)
Once we checked in we got on the "subway train" that would shuttle us across the airport to concourse D. Sky stood next to me, quiet, staring at the other occupants. AV sat happily in the sling strapped to my chest. A minute passed and then out of the blue Sky began to scream; maybe a stranger looked at her I thought, she hates strange people. I lifted her up, a nearly impossible task with AV blocking all of the standard routes. I tried to jut out my hip and give Sky's 35 pounds a place to rest. She was sobbing something about not liking this train and how it wasn't Thomas. I agreed that the train was complete crap, not at all Thomas, and that we would depart as soon as possible. The people around us stared, clearly wondering why I hadn't taught my child to quietly bottle up her feeling and then let them out in her teen years with a reckless night of binge drinking and promiscuous sex followed by thousands of dollars of therapy and antidepressants in her later years. (I could tell that they were thinking all of these things just by the looks on their judgmental faces)
Minutes passed, drama ceased. We reached our gate, sat by the window and watched planes move about the runway. Sky started to fuss a little, but then it was our turn to board. To my surprise, we had to walk down two flights of stairs to get to the plane. Halfway down Sky started sobbing again, refusing to go. (Anybody who knows me well will be shocked at this next statement.) I told her that I would give her a cookie if she just closed her mouth and walked down the steps. (I had bought some cookies earlier because I had a headache) She then started screaming for the cookie. Somehow we made it to the bottom and I gave her the freakin cookie.
As we boarded the plane AV started to cry and Sky had what you might call a panic attack. The main aisle was soooo narrow that she freaked out and attempted to flee the plane. I lifted her up, kicking and screaming, and held her out in front of my body as far as I could so that she wouldn't squish her still whaling sister. Then I carried both children down the aisle toward our seat. The passengers in first class stared. I would say that I got mixed looks. Some people probably felt sorry for me, but mostly I just think that they felt sorry for themselves for having to exist on the same planet let alone in the same plane as me and my demon spawn.
When we finally reached our destination I literally tossed Sky into the aisle seat, then pushed her into the window seat with my foot to keep her from escaping. Screaming continued. I removed AV from her sling and tried to start nursing her as quickly as possible. She would take a few sucks then scream and rip the blanket off that was providing us a little bit of privacy. To all the passengers on Delta flight 1653 that I flashed, I'm sorry.
Eventually they stopped crying, and we had a lovely flight.
To be continued...
Once we checked in we got on the "subway train" that would shuttle us across the airport to concourse D. Sky stood next to me, quiet, staring at the other occupants. AV sat happily in the sling strapped to my chest. A minute passed and then out of the blue Sky began to scream; maybe a stranger looked at her I thought, she hates strange people. I lifted her up, a nearly impossible task with AV blocking all of the standard routes. I tried to jut out my hip and give Sky's 35 pounds a place to rest. She was sobbing something about not liking this train and how it wasn't Thomas. I agreed that the train was complete crap, not at all Thomas, and that we would depart as soon as possible. The people around us stared, clearly wondering why I hadn't taught my child to quietly bottle up her feeling and then let them out in her teen years with a reckless night of binge drinking and promiscuous sex followed by thousands of dollars of therapy and antidepressants in her later years. (I could tell that they were thinking all of these things just by the looks on their judgmental faces)
Minutes passed, drama ceased. We reached our gate, sat by the window and watched planes move about the runway. Sky started to fuss a little, but then it was our turn to board. To my surprise, we had to walk down two flights of stairs to get to the plane. Halfway down Sky started sobbing again, refusing to go. (Anybody who knows me well will be shocked at this next statement.) I told her that I would give her a cookie if she just closed her mouth and walked down the steps. (I had bought some cookies earlier because I had a headache) She then started screaming for the cookie. Somehow we made it to the bottom and I gave her the freakin cookie.
As we boarded the plane AV started to cry and Sky had what you might call a panic attack. The main aisle was soooo narrow that she freaked out and attempted to flee the plane. I lifted her up, kicking and screaming, and held her out in front of my body as far as I could so that she wouldn't squish her still whaling sister. Then I carried both children down the aisle toward our seat. The passengers in first class stared. I would say that I got mixed looks. Some people probably felt sorry for me, but mostly I just think that they felt sorry for themselves for having to exist on the same planet let alone in the same plane as me and my demon spawn.
When we finally reached our destination I literally tossed Sky into the aisle seat, then pushed her into the window seat with my foot to keep her from escaping. Screaming continued. I removed AV from her sling and tried to start nursing her as quickly as possible. She would take a few sucks then scream and rip the blanket off that was providing us a little bit of privacy. To all the passengers on Delta flight 1653 that I flashed, I'm sorry.
Eventually they stopped crying, and we had a lovely flight.
To be continued...
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