Flying The Friendly Skies

So, Alexander and I were flying back from the final leg of our fantastic honeymoon. We were on the 10 pm flight with 13 hours of flying ahead of us. Being the good wifey, I give my hubby the aisle and I take the middle seat. It has to be love, right? I mean, otherwise, I would battle for the aisle. Next to me (in the window seat) is a 60 year old woman traveling with her husband, adult daughter and grandson. her family is in the row behind us.

The trip starts out pleasant enough, I'm starting to doze, Alexander is zonked out....but then this woman decides to reach behind her and squeeze her grandson's knee and ask how he's doing. Well, he had been asleep but she woke him up. he has now decided to pass the time kicking the back of my seat. Thanks, lady. I figure, since I'm awake, i will read my nook. I turn on my overhead light and the woman next to me groans. Really?!?! You woke this kid up so he's kicking my chair and you're going to groan that I turned my light on. Ever the polite person (my Mom raised me right), I asked her if she minded the light. She said she did but she would survive and then proceeded to wrap a sweater around her head, covering her eyes. This annoying lady tossed and turned for the next 30 minutes. I gave up, turned off my light and decided to sleep.

Just as I start to doze, I feel something hit the back of my head. It is a kid's sneakered foot. Grandma decided to drag her precious 3 year old grandson over the back of the chairs so he could sit in her lap. I mean sure, why not? The seats are plenty big enough. NOT! It was my turn to groan and it must have been loud because Alexander woke up.

The three year old exclaims that he's hungry. Before I know what is happening, this sweaty, hungry kid is saying over and over, "I'm hungry! Hungry! Now hungry!" and grabbing at my arms (which are folded across my chest as my seat mates have hogged all the armrests). I'm dazed and confused as he grabs for my boob - "Want it now! Hungry!" The grandmother is not restraining him and actually says to me, "I know what he wants!" Ummmm, hello, I'm not about to breast feed a three year old - EVER - especially a strange yucky kid that isn't mine, on a plane, when I'm not even preggers. I'm in a mild panic, annoyed state and don't know what to do so I turn to Alexander for help and all he says is, "that kid thinks he hit the mother load."

here's what I learned:

1. People are freaky

2. If your kid can say he is hungry and unbutton a shirt, he's too old to breast feed (my opinion).

3. I can always count on Alexander for comedic relief.

4. from now on, I'm flying first class - more space between me and the freaks.

I'm Here....Kinda

I'm here, really I am. Please stay tuned. I promise, when I have a weekend where I'm not working and a day where my commute isn't three plus hours, and the sun isn't shining...I will post another blog...I have lots of time on my commute to think of funny things that happen throughout the day - i just need to keep may eyes pen long enough to type it up.

Thans,

CeeCee