The night before we left for Connecticut was (until this point) the worst day of my parenting life. Thus, it resulted in an equally rough flight.
With faces like this…
one could surmise that our trip to Connecticut was smooth
Hardly. My little munchkins morphed into Gremlins the second we stepped onto the airplane. And in an instant, we became that family.
I’m thankful for a safe trip and for my 2 healthy boys (and their ability to cry…loudly.)
I’m not thankful for the lady who gave me the stink-eye once we arrived to our final destination as if I had pinched my children the entire flight.
I apologize to the world for my children who cried 98.3% of the trip. The percentages are accurate. I counted every minute. From now until forever, I hereby vow to show grace and mercy to any parent on an airplane with a crying baby.
And wherever you may be in this world, my little stink-eye friend…Go ye and do likewise!