Taking an International Flight with kids is no joke, especially when the hubs can’t join you and (ever so conveniently) meets up
with you later by way of a separate flight. Sixteen hours of flight time with
tight connections, immigration lines and a 3-year-old? Yeah, things get hectic for
sure. Just the mere anticipation of all the things that could possibly happen
mid-flight throws you into cold sweats and a mild case of diarrhea. And then
you realize the anticipation wasn’t even close to the worst of it.
thankfully, you live through it. Are you a better mom for it? Who can say. But
here is a play by play of what happens on an international flight with a
toddler, as expressed through a series of gentle and poetic haikus.