The Reason I Don’t Want to Fly to Alabama
I love visiting my family. I love going to the beach. I love seeing my people! Why does Alabama have to be so incredibly far from California? If I want to go there, I really do HAVE to fly.
I only have to do it 4 more times. 1 round trip this summer and 1 round trip this Christmas. Then hopefully, I will never have to do it again.
Why? Why don’t I like taking a 5-6 hour flight? Well, let me tell ya.
Experience. When I was 21, I loved swimming IN the ocean, right in the Gulf of Mexico. I’d go in over my head. I don’t do that now either: I know too much, I’ve been stung by a jellyfish, and yes, I AM afraid of sharks. Experience.
So here you go. Here are my experiences with flying with my children, in case anyone needs reminding–or if you need flight tips–I do consider myself the flying with babies and toddlers expert. There I said it. I am an expert at SOMETHING.
Breastfeeding, Strangers, and Airplanes (That was one of my most popular posts ever. That post is read around the world every week. Posts are a funny thing. The ones I think will be popular are NOT, and the other ones are, and I have no idea how to figure it out.)