Just yesterday I returned from a flight back to my home state. I’m from a small town and the nearest airport is an hour and a half away–and there are no direct flights. Since I wanted to go back for longer than my husband could take off from work, I went alone with all three of our kids: Lauren, age six, Kate age four and Cooper age one. I knew it would be hard, at times miserable, and at best, long and uncomfortable. The best I could hope for was to have no flight delays and minimal kid-drama.
We started our trip with the alarm set for 2:30 a.m. We needed to leave for the airport by 3:30 to make our six a.m. flight. From my previous flights alone with both girls I knew that organization was the key to success. For days before the trip I added various articles … Read More