surviving a 13-hour flight with three restless kids
Last time we flew from Ohio to Kuwait, I thought I was prepared. This time, though, I’ve got a 7-year-old stepdaughter (she’s a dream), a 2.5-year-old son who’s got more energy than a pack of squirrels, and a 7-month-old baby who’s fussy thanks to acid reflux. We managed to snag the whole bassinet row for me and the little ones, while my husband sits across the aisle—lucky him, right?
I’ve traveled internationally plenty of times, but never with this many kids in tow. Honestly, it’s my toddler I’m most worried about. Last time, he managed to throw his shoe three rows ahead and screamed for half an hour because he wanted it back. The baby’s fussiness is a whole other story, but at least she’s too little to run wild.
I’ve packed snacks, toys, and downloaded a bunch of cartoons, but I can’t help but wonder if I’m missing some secret trick. Has anyone actually managed to keep a toddler entertained on a flight this long without losing their mind? And is there any way to keep the peace when your husband is just far enough away to avoid the chaos, but close enough to give you the occasional sympathetic look? I’m bracing myself for the worst, but hoping for a miracle. Traveling with kids feels like a marathon, not a vacation. Anyone else feel like the real adventure starts before you even land?
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