Thursday, September 4, 2014

Let the countdown begin

So, a couple of months ago I did something crazy. I booked 2 seats (and an infant lap ticket) on a plane to take a 2 week trip to Australia. Just me. And the kiddos. It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time given that Mitch will be in Singapore for work, but now that my first solo international flight with a toddler AND baby is only a week away, I'm terrified. Like, every time I think about the logistics of how on earth I'm gonna pee for those 16 hours of flight time (each direction!), I feel queasy. And given that I'm solo parenting the week before my flight with Mitch on another trip that cropped up after I booked my non refundable, non changeable tickets, I know I'm going to go into it already feeling exhausted. I'm really trying to psych myself up for the journey but honestly, I'm nervous. I've flown alone long haul with Ollie when he was 13 months (and spent the night in Auckland International after our plane literally broke down on the runway) but me + baby + toddler flying alone is uncharted territory.

A few people have called me brave taking this trip, but now that my trip is looming, I feel more like a crazy person than a brave one. Yes, it's going to be worth it. SO worth it. With the exception of my eldest sister, none of my family have met Austin before. Heck, they've only met Ollie a small handful of times. I can't wait to be in the motherland and spend some quality time with the people I miss, but I just wish it didn't have to be such a marathon effort to get there.

So, if you're thinking of me anytime between the 10th-12th September (I lose an entire day - Austin's half birthday - traveling to the land down under), say a little prayer. That the big boy is well behaved. That there are no crazy lines for the airplane toilets when he finally decides he desperately needs to go pee. That I don't lose him at the airport (seriously - he nearly escaped us coming through security at Christmas time. That was with 2 adults. I had to ditch my belongings and chase him, bare foot, through the airport while Mitch was still in the security line). That Austin charm every single passenger around us with his sweet smiles and doesn't react badly (ie scream for 16 hours) to the air pressure. That we breeze through customs lines and security and baggage claim (particularly on the way home through LAX, where I will clear customs, collect our bags and somehow get them and us to the domestic airport to re-check our bags and board our final flight). Oh, and most importantly... And that the air hostesses in our part of the plane actually LIKE KIDS.

Thanks, everyone. The countdown has officially begun... Australia, HERE WE COME!

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  1. Good luck! Even though he's toilet trained, maybe you could pack Pull-Ups or something similar. That might be easier with all of the traveling and lines.

  2. It will be a journey, but that usually makes the destination that much sweeter. I've got confidence in you-- if anyone can do it, you can!

  3. After travelling last weekend with two babies and my husband, I realized something. The toddler is WAY better behaved when my husband is not around. It's like he senses he can be worse when there are two of us… That said, I definitely don't envy you! Good luck, and I'm sure some of the air hostesses will like kids! I was on an international flight about 10 years ago and I remember they had an 'air nanny'. She brought treats and toys around for kids and generally helped them out. It was her only job! I think it may have been a British Airways flight… or Virgin maybe. Either way, it was brilliant! That's the only time I've ever seen one.


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