Yes, it's true. Today we were THE family. You all know who I'm talking about... we were the family that walked onto the airplane and everyone took one look at us and groaned. They rolled their eyes. They sighed and tried to find a seat as FAR away from us as possible. You can hardly blame them... a baby, a toddler, 2 kids, a frazzled mommy and a grandma trying to keep everyone in one place. Yes. That family.
So we found our seats and struggled to get everyone seated, with their carry-ons, and tried hard not to whack the people in front of us in the head... we succeeded with that, mostly. Finally we were all seated, ready for take-off... when it started... the baby starts fussing... and all those who groaned before now groan a little louder. Slowly but surely the fussing gets worse and worse until the baby is having a full on meltdown... and some passengers glare, some cover their ears, some avoid eye contact at all expense. But still, you know they are ticked. Really ticked.
And the baby screamed. And screamed. And squirmed. And kicked the seat in front of him. And then he laughed for a bit. And then as we were getting ready to land and the cabin pressure changed, he screamed harder. And people got madder.
Then the plane lands and the sweaty, frustrated mom with tears in her eyes, holds the sweaty, frustrated baby who's ears are killing him, and they sit there... while the plane empties... and one by one the passengers file past their seat with the accusing look... "YOU ruined our flight. How DARE you let your baby cry. WHY didn't you make him be quiet?" *sigh*
And finally they are able to exit the plane. And the flight attendants cheer. And out of sheer exhaustion the baby falls asleep in the stroller. And the mom and the grandma breathe a sigh of relief. And they head to baggage claim where they get more glares. More condescending looks. More irritation. We were THAT family. I'm so glad we don't have to do it again for 28 days!
PS. Frank is back on U.S. soil! He should arrive here soon!