The Journey That Redefined Everything
I expected turbulence in the air, not in my marriage. Boarding the plane with twin toddlers in tow, diaper bags piled high, and an arsenal of snacks and toys, I braced myself for the inevitable chaos that comes with flying with small children. One minute we were juggling bottles, wipes, and pacifiers like a traveling circus, and the next, my husband Eric slipped behind the business-class curtain with that smug grin that somehow managed to say, “I win.” “Snagged an upgrade, babe! You’ll be fine with the kids,” he called cheerfully over his shoulder, clearly oblivious to the chaos he was leaving in his wake. And just like that, I was trapped in row 32B with two toddlers, a diaper bag heavy enough to double as a small anvil, and a seat that barely reclined. One baby wailed for pretzels that didn’t exist, while the other executed a juice pour with military precision directly down my jeans. I shot a helpless glance around at the other…
I expected turbulence in the air, not in my marriage. Boarding the plane with twin toddlers in tow, diaper bags piled high, and an arsenal of snacks and toys, I braced myself for the inevitable chaos that comes with flying with small children. One minute we were juggling bottles, wipes, and pacifiers like a traveling circus, and the next, my husband Eric slipped behind the business-class curtain with that smug grin that somehow managed to say, “I win.” “Snagged an upgrade, babe! You’ll be fine with the kids,” he called cheerfully over his shoulder, clearly oblivious to the chaos he was leaving in his wake. And just like that, I was trapped in row 32B with two toddlers, a diaper bag heavy enough to double as a small anvil, and a seat that barely reclined. One baby wailed for pretzels that didn’t exist, while the other executed a juice pour with military precision directly down my jeans. I shot a helpless glance around at the other…
