Leavin' on a jet plane

For posterity sake, I am writing this blog.

Toa and I flew out here to Miami yesterday. I've traveled a lot, and have always seen that "mother flying solo with her children" and often pittied the poor brave woman! The ones who fly with more than one child I now respect even more besides the fact that they birthed more than one.

Toa and I have flown before, however, it was an hour and a half flight is all. THIS time, we were taking on a 5 hour direct flight. Should be interesting right? My Toa is a Godsend baby! I've posted before just how wonderful and how great of a baby he is. No fussing, no crying, nada! I thought, "this is going to be CAKE, he's going to be his happy little self and grin and giggle the entire way to Florida"

JOKE IS ON ME

The first hour and a half was bliss. Everyone was ooooing and awwwing at how GREAT he was and how cute and happy!

By hour 3, 4 and 5 I had no clue who this baby was. It was like Rosemary's demon baby! Can I just say I wanted to rip the hair on my head out that hadn't already been ripped out by Toa?? To sum it all up, when Ray picked us up, I walked off the plane crying, holding a sleeping baby, both of us covered in baby squash, poop, and throw up. My hair was a rat's nest and I had scratches on my face! My eye makeup had run down my face from 2 things; the plane was 200 degrees and I was sweating like crazy and second, Toa kept gauging my eyes with his hands.

Ray's first words were "Did you two get into a fight?"

I'm exhausted thinking of it.

Oh Lord must've blessed me with patience those 5 LONG hours, along with the passengers surrounding us. You wouldn't think a 5 month old could scream at that noise decibal. Again, jokes on me!

There WERE a few moments in silence, they were when he had a bottle stuck in his mouth or when he would play for a little bit by kicking the poor woman's chair in front of me or hitting the kid next to me or banging his head on the window then screaming bloody murder. He also kept himself occupied by throwing my phone at the man behind me and seeing how far he could projectile vomit. He was also quiet while he was "filling" his pants so quickly that it oozed out all over me.

The fact that I wanted to get up and kick the flight attendants ass for being the biggest b*!#$ ever was another added perk. I asked her for water for Toa's bottle, well actually I yelled it to her over Toa's screaming. She made me wait until she got to my aisle during the drink service. I was like, yo lady, I promise you, no one will care if you give me the freakin' water first. Then she gets to my aisle and asks with a stupid smirk on her face if I needed anything for the baby?? I felt like telling her yeah he wants to scratch your eyes out while I put my foot up your ass!

While she was getting everyone elses drinks before me, she kept looking at me like "shut your kid up" OMG, it's pissing me off just thinking about how retarded that crew was.

I am that woman I once pittied! I felt so bad for him because no matter what I tried, it didn't help! I know his ears were bugging him too because he kept hitting the sides of his head and pulling his ears! :( I felt so helpless... Please people, be patient with traveling Mother's. My poor Toa, he was overly exhausted, overly hungry and didn't feel well. NOT a good combination. I'm happy he's back to his oh little chipper self!

Happy travels :)