I promised that I would write about my trip “home” (I am trying to train myself to think of Los Angeles as “home” considering that’s where my husband and baby live) so I will try to do this without crying. It’s been 2 weeks since I returned so I should be okay. I have jumped into the mommy club thing headfirst in an effort to distract myself from homesickness, and it seems to be working. Note to self: make the transition easier next time!
THE PLANE RIDE
Kyle’s fairy godmothers, Kathy and Sue, blessed us by flying to Los Angeles, staying one night, and flying back to CT with us. We did not have a seat for Kyle – he would be sitting on my lap, and since our reservations were made at different times, we were reserved in separate rows. No problem, we thought, whoever is seated next to Kathy and Sue will surely trade seats with a mother and baby.
Well. Remember how I thought that having a baby would grant me a “Be Nice to Me Free” pass? Apparently it’s quite the opposite. Once we got onto the plane (no pre-boarding, isn’t that just GREAT?!) and back to the row in question, there was a man there getting settled into the seat I wanted. Window seat, 8 rows back from mine. We asked him to trade.
“No, I’m fine here” he said.
We thought we heard him incorrectly. “If you trade with me, my seat is 8 rows further up, and it’s a window, too” I assured him.
“I want to sit here” he insisted.
Incredulous, we tried again, but still he refused to trade. People around us who were loading their luggage into the overhead bins were starting to pay attention. I got an evil idea.
“Okay, well, then I’ll sit NEXT to you!” I said cheerfully, and plopped down with my chubby baby on my lap. I silently willed him to barf all over our seat neighbor. He didn’t. (Sue went and took my original seat 8 rows up.)
I tried making conversation with the man. He never gave it up. WHY did he insist on sitting in that exact seat? We’ll never know, because just then a flight attendant came by and said very loudly “Oh, you didn’t all get to sit together? How come?”
“BECAUSE THIS MAN WOULDN’T TRADE WITH ME AND MY BABY!” I answered. Then I smiled sweetly at him. People around us stared and pointed.
He glowered at me. “Does it really make that much difference?”
Kathy and me: “YES!”
“Fine, then I’ll make your day!” And he grabbed his bag from under the seat and huffed off to the front of the plane to trade with Sue. It was that day that Kyle developed his delightful high-pitched shriek, which he honed to perfection on that very flight. But only after a good meal:
And a satisfying nap:
More later.
That is horrible! What a horrible person. Seriously, who wouldn’t give up their seat for an infant and a mother? Good people management skills, though. Glad you got what you needed. Was Kyle content during the whole trip? because taking Zoe for the 7 hour car trip to see my mom was the most nerve-wracking thing I have ever done. You are totally brave for doing this by plane.
That is horrible! What a horrible person. Seriously, who wouldn’t give up their seat for an infant and a mother? Good people management skills, though. Glad you got what you needed. Was Kyle content during the whole trip? because taking Zoe for the 7 hour car trip to see my mom was the most nerve-wracking thing I have ever done. You are totally brave for doing this by plane.
That is horrible! What a horrible person. Seriously, who wouldn’t give up their seat for an infant and a mother? Good people management skills, though. Glad you got what you needed. Was Kyle content during the whole trip? because taking Zoe for the 7 hour car trip to see my mom was the most nerve-wracking thing I have ever done. You are totally brave for doing this by plane.
Well, so much for getting any work done! By me, I mean!
I missed talking to you last weekend, but thought it was better not to intrude on your withdrawal recovery….
When do I start making tapes of reading stories?
Well, so much for getting any work done! By me, I mean!
I missed talking to you last weekend, but thought it was better not to intrude on your withdrawal recovery….
When do I start making tapes of reading stories?
Well, so much for getting any work done! By me, I mean!
I missed talking to you last weekend, but thought it was better not to intrude on your withdrawal recovery….
When do I start making tapes of reading stories?
Oh, what was wrong with that evil man??? Good for you for saying that to the stewardess!!!
Oh, what was wrong with that evil man??? Good for you for saying that to the stewardess!!!
Oh, what was wrong with that evil man??? Good for you for saying that to the stewardess!!!
Amazing people are freaks about their assigned seats. When I flew to Kansas over labor day weekend I gave my aisle that I love up for a couple that was seperated. I even moved towards the back of the plane. I love being able to sit wiht the people I am traveling with and since i was alone I thought it would be nice for them to be together. Do unto others as you would have done to you.
People are rude and asses. Oh well atleast it worked out even if the stewardes had to get involved.
Amazing people are freaks about their assigned seats. When I flew to Kansas over labor day weekend I gave my aisle that I love up for a couple that was seperated. I even moved towards the back of the plane. I love being able to sit wiht the people I am traveling with and since i was alone I thought it would be nice for them to be together. Do unto others as you would have done to you.
People are rude and asses. Oh well atleast it worked out even if the stewardes had to get involved.
Amazing people are freaks about their assigned seats. When I flew to Kansas over labor day weekend I gave my aisle that I love up for a couple that was seperated. I even moved towards the back of the plane. I love being able to sit wiht the people I am traveling with and since i was alone I thought it would be nice for them to be together. Do unto others as you would have done to you.
People are rude and asses. Oh well atleast it worked out even if the stewardes had to get involved.