what we feared would be a shit show in the making ended up a shit show. don’t get me wrong, it could’ve been worse. but twas not the best 24 hours of traveling. on the plus side, i believe i’m now officially immune to vomit.
we had planned a long-ass layover so we could run the kids around and get one last meal before getting on a plane for 14 hours. that turned into us just waiting in line for the ticket agents to come back from break and being stuck with a chili’s. the waiter had the nerve to tell me i ordered too much food. he did not realize that dining with elsa, or mac, or the excavator, or whoever our toddler is this minute, requires options for when he inevitably rejects the original meal he chose.
anywhoo…
we were given bulkhead seating. which is the equivalent to an entire apartment to yourself when dealing with airplane spatial dynamics. mouse and mcqueen/sven/skid-steer could sit and play or walk around. we were feeling fancy. we were optimistic. we were winning.
i was so high on bulkhead seating that within the first ten minutes of being in the air i began to gobble up the rice crackers…until derek read the ingredients: made with shellfish. (i’m allergic.) after that we were much more careful. when dinner was brought around derek informed them of the allergy. the staff assured us that the meals had no shellfish – one choice was beef and the other was shrimp and crab, perfectly safe for me. i’m glad i brought peanut butter.
it was more funny than anything and we were rocking the flight. the kids played, we read, we walked the aisles. it was already time for bed. got the wee ones all pj’d up, the bug tucked in on two seats, mouse nursing/snoozing, bougie neck pillows in place. this was breezy.
then thing-one fell off the seats. twice. derek went to sit with him but he woke up shortly thereafter. only three hours of sleep. we set him up with a movie on my lap and tried to keep thing-two asleep.
it wasn’t ideal, but we were confident; we were idealistic; we forgot why each seat on an airplane has a puke bag.
turns out that sleeping on a plane plus being in said plane for eight hours is a perfect equation for toddler motion sickness. he got me, he got himself, he got both pillows we brought, he got the kindle, the list goes on. he was miserable. the flight attendants were amazing (yay ANA) and we were really glad for the extra clothes we packed.
we deplaned three more vomits and six hours later.
miss fritter felt better almost immediately. we got our luggage, breezed through immigration and customs, and got to our hotel at 1130pm where we enjoyed room service while watching frozen before heading off to bed.
whew.
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