Thoughts from the Window Seat: Be calm and don’t force your husband to go “Potty”

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I was sitting this morning with a few other women waiting to board my flight. I was traveling alone this weekend for some “Me” time with some friends and truly thankful for the ability to get away and relax.   I sat down next to the other women who also were flying solo and we all shared a deep relaxing breath as we grew excited about letting go of our daily lives for a few days.

All of us were happily sipping our lattes and fussing with our bags when we happened to notice the family standing by the window with the baby and toddler.  They were the cute couple with adorable babies, wife in yoga pants and husband with trendy man-bun and beard. Each of us noted later that in some ways the cute family reminded us of our own families when our children were little, or the families we were leaving behind for the weekend.

Everything was going well for the couple. They too sipped their red cup lattes and chatted about getting away and enjoying their trip. It was then that the beautiful wife announced that everyone needed to try to use the bathroom before they boarded.

Here is where things went downhill.

After her 3.5 minute trip to the loo with adorable Everly in tow, she told her husband it was his turn. However he protested, saying that he didn’t need to go. I hid a smile as I looked away as Man-Bun protested that he did not want to go to the bathroom and didn’t need to use it. However he didn’t argue with her after she asserted her dominance over his body functions and off he went with baby slung over his hip.

He wasn’t out of sight more than 2 minutes before the airline flight crew called for families with small children to board. This left peaceful yoga mom standing there looking around for her husband and 1 car seat, 1 very large stroller, 2 backpacks, 1 toddler and her cute ladybug suitcase.

Suddenly Cool Yoga Mom went into frantic mode, started calling her husband and looking around for his help. He however was doing as he was told and was doing his business.  The woman tried to load up the car seat on top of her rolling backpack, load up her toddler who was screaming she didn’t want to leave her “latte” but didn’t have enough hands. When her husband returned, he was then chastised for taking so long and not being there to carry everything.

It was a sight that the 4 woman and I just sat there watching play out, each of us commenting after they had all left that we were thankful that for today we were traveling kid free.  I wanted to give that woman a glass of wine at 8am. Life doesn’t have to be so controlled that you freak out when things don’t go according to your plans.

Life and traveling with small children is a life where you learn to compromise, be forgiving, and plan for things only to a certain degree. You really shouldn’t force your husband to do his business on command.

And when Man-Bun was walking screaming baby up and down the aisle for 2 hours, we all tried to give him a look of understanding not glares of discontent. Even in our heads were all wished for family friendly seating in the back of the plane where babies and toddlers could have more room, distractions, and group seating with other families with small children.

Sometimes I miss holding my babies and playing cars in the floor with my boys.  However when I watched the hectic life of traveling with toddlers, I was truly thankful I was not in their shoes anymore.

What do you think, would family friendly seating be helpful for families traveling with small children? Would you pay more for family fun amenities?

2 comments

  1. Great post. I could relate to all of it. Air travel can be very stressful these days, and it probably doesn’t take much to break the calm resolve of a travelling Mum. I try to adopt a cool, calm and collected façade, but it cracks pretty easily. I have also spent a lot of my life (eons it seems) waiting for my husband to … err… finish in the gents.

    I do hope you enjoyed your getaway.

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