Last time we flew, KP was a saint.
Yesterday was a complete disaster. Complete.
She wore me slick.
I felt like I wrestled a baby gorilla for two hours.
It was one of those parenting moments where you think "I totally have this one in the bag"
and you fall completely on your face.
The trip started out great.
We breezed through security, and KP was babbling in the terminal to all the strangers around us.
Like a damn fool, I almost downloaded a book to my iPad because
I just knew she was going to pass out and I could read.
15 minutes into the flight, it all started going downhill.
If KP had been able to army crawl down the middle of the plane aisle, it would of been fine.
But we all know that you can't let your child do that.
So instead we paced the aisle, stood in the back, played with everything in my bag,
watched the clock (longest 2 hour flight ever).
I even let her lick the arm rest in the row.
Don't judge...I wiped the entire row down with Wet Wipes when we first sat down.
And have I mentioned before that my child likes to happy scream? Oh yes. Fun times.
I'm sure people were talking about me at their lunches yesterday.
I owed everyone around me a Vodka Tonic.
At least I"ll never see them again.
For our return flight at the end of the week, I'll be better prepared.
Baby Apps here I come.
I will bring a few new toys with me as well.
And I'll have my Visa ready to go to buy drinks for everyone around me, when we sit down, just in case of a repeat performance from that dear sweet
gremlin child of mine.