Flying Alone With Two Sick Toddlers…Wake Me Up When It's Over!

Potentially, the flight from hell.

Today I’m attempting the impossible. Not attempting, unwillingly being forced to do something so unpleasant, my stomach hurts just thinking about it.

I have to fly to New York with my two toddlers. ALONE. I think I need a tranquilizer just to deal.

I’ve heard lots of horror stories about how unpleasant this can be.

At least both of them have their own seats. Whether or not Fuzzball stays in his is an entirely different story. I’m much more worried about the younger toddler than the older one. 

The only thing I can think about is the fact that it’s *only* five and a half hours. I mean, there will be an end, right?

I’m bringing a backpack full of stuff and snacks for them, but we’ll see how useful it ends up being.  I expect to be exhausted tomorrow night.

In the meantime, wish me luck people. I need it.

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