It’s New Year’s Eve, and I just spent the entire day hurtling through the sky with my family. It was horrible, and I’m pretty confident we’ve been put on the No Fly list, thanks to my youngest. (OMG, SHE IS THE WORST FLYER EVEEERRRRR.)
I have about 30 minutes left to share my 2012 resolutions with you all, so here goes.
1. NEVER FLY WITH MY DAUGHTER AGAIN. NEVER AGAIN.
2. If I am forced to fly with my daughter, secure a horse tranquilizer before boarding the plane.
3. Teach my daughter how to drive a car at the ripe old age of 2, so she can drive herself across the country to visit her grandparents while I fly with her older brother, aka the King of Pleasant Air Travel.
Okay, okay. You catch my drift. I am truly reeling at the amount of screaming, squirming, hitting, hair-pulling, and generalized mayhem that ensued with the little miss today on our flight. It’s no surprise that Wita doesn’t appreciate being restrained in any way, shape or form, but man, she went overboard. And I pride myself as a flying-with-kids aficionado! My son flew over 50 flights before the age of 3, and my bag o’ tricks is stout! Yet, no dice with Wita.
I’m in need of some commiseration. Tell me I’m not the only one who has done the walk of shame at the conclusion of a flight. PLEASE.