— A common complaint among pretty much anyone who has ever flown is that children on planes are annoying. On the one hand, I agree. On the other hand, I am often more annoyed by the grown-ups.
The most frustrating aspect of flying with kids is making sure that they do not disturb the other passengers. Overall, we do pretty well in this department. Others often comment that they didn’t even know we had children on the plane. But there are always exceptions.
I was excited when hubby got his first European contract, but I had no idea what stresses lay ahead of me. It seemed like a no-brainer. A nine-hour flight leaving at 7 p.m. meant that the kids would fall asleep shortly after take-off and sleep for the duration of the flight. Baby boy was three weeks away from his second birthday, so he was able to fly for free as long as he stayed on my lap. I still snort in disgust every time I recall how logical that seemed to a mother who had never been on a flight lasting longer than four hours.
The older couple sitting across the aisle from us seemed very pleasant. They spent a great deal of time chatting with our baby boy and three-year-old girl. “Phoebe and Hudson! That sounds like the name of a railroad!” the old man joked.
Phoebe complained that her lips were chapped, and the old lady suggested that I ask the flight attendant for lip balm since I had failed to put any in my carry-on. It would never have occurred to me to ask, and I was happy that our new friends were seasoned travelers who knew such things were available on long flights. “Yes,” I thought to myself as my precious little boy snuggled his tow head down into my chest, “this is going to be a very pleasant flight!”