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. Â 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).Â
Here’s the problem. Â I said something about a Monday Series but, I have no clue what I’m supposed to write about today. Â I’m frustrated but, that’s par for the course at least once a week when you’re a project manager. Â So perhaps today I will talk about my distress over travel. Â In June, my dearest friend Alysha will be getting married in NYC. Â And we are heading up for it. Â The first thing I think is YAY! I cannot wait to be back home! Â The Man (weirdly enough) has never been to the city (hangs head in shame). Â 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. Â Then there’s central park. Â I think I’ll skip Toys ‘r Us though. Â No need to get crazy. Â When I think about travel I think about planning. Â This planning leads me to think about accoutrements for the kid. Â That leads to slight hyperventilation over the thought of packing up all the shit that I keep in the car, on a plane. Â 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. Â 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? Â The Frog Princess will be 18 months when we take the trip. Â What is too much and what is a must have? Â And, can one of my NYC readers let me borrow a car seat? I really don’t think I want to travel with one. Â A few people have already suggested an umbrella stroller over the big ATV (that’s what we call our Graco). Â 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. Â 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). Â In which case, he got the evil eye and promptly stopped. Â 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. Â Which is making me wonder if this is happening to me so that I can have something to write about on the blog. Â Really fate, I’m good. Â Thanks!