Monday Series: Travel Plans

And since when did it become a good idea for me to have an actual blogging schedule? What exactly was I thinking? I probably wasn’t so, there.  Don’t judge me!

Between the allergies/colds, headaches, grief, messy house, messy office, disorganized brain and overall upside down life, I’m surprised I even remember the login for my blog (I type it EVERY TIME, no “remember password” for me thankyouverymuch). 

Here’s the problem.  I said something about a Monday Series but, I have no clue what I’m supposed to write about today.  I’m frustrated but, that’s par for the course at least once a week when you’re a project manager.  So perhaps today I will talk about my distress over travel.  In June, my dearest friend Alysha will be getting married in NYC.  And we are heading up for it.  The first thing I think is YAY! I cannot wait to be back home!  The Man (weirdly enough) has never been to the city (hangs head in shame).  I can think of a million places to go and a million things to see.

I want to take the frog princess to the Bronx Zoo and the botanical garden AND the museum of natural history because it’s one of my favorite places.  Then there’s central park.  I think I’ll skip Toys ‘r Us though.  No need to get crazy.  When I think about travel I think about planning.  This planning leads me to think about accoutrements for the kid.  That leads to slight hyperventilation over the thought of packing up all the shit that I keep in the car, on a plane.  A car seat, a stroller, toys, her backpack, my purse, luggage with clothes, bottles, sippy cups, graham crackers, Ritz crackers, books, Violet the dog, Clifford the dog (we have a dog pack going), diapers, outfits, back up outfits…well, you get the drift.  I am going to need wine to unwind after writing this paragraph alone! I am all wrapped around the axle on the travel.

I ask you: what did you take on your first air travel with your toddler?  The Frog Princess will be 18 months when we take the trip.  What is too much and what is a must have?  And, can one of my NYC readers let me borrow a car seat? I really don’t think I want to travel with one.  A few people have already suggested an umbrella stroller over the big ATV (that’s what we call our Graco).  I am planning on booking the flight heading up close to bedtime in hopes that we minimize the craziness (though this could backfire and I will be that chick that gets all the side eyes on the plane for having the crying child that won’t shut up).

For the record, I was always the cool traveler when kids were crying. Living in Orlando, there was rarely a flight I would take heading back home that wasn’t full of children.  I always had headphones and the only time I had a problem was when the kid behind me kicked my chair (over and over and over again).  In which case, he got the evil eye and promptly stopped.  But seriously, am I stressing out over nothing? You’d think I had nothing better to stress out about (trust me when I say, there’s a waiting list!).

As a side note: today was almost as bad as the last few Mondays.  Which is making me wonder if this is happening to me so that I can have something to write about on the blog.  Really fate, I’m good.  Thanks!