Goodnight Mom

I didn’t think I would do it again , but I’m proud to say I have flown alone with my two kids for a second time and lived to tell the tale. And honestly, this time I think it was one of the best flights I’ve ever had with them.  We had no tantrums or crying, and neither boy spent the whole flight watching a screen. It felt like a win. I was definitely tired at the end, but not emotionally drained like I have been on past flights. Flight One - 4 against 2 I flew to England in early August with Steve, the boys, and my in-laws. We had two adults per child, plenty of coverage! However, it was still an exhausting flight simply because we had to wake up really early for the 8am flight.  I remember, at one point, I was so tired my eyes were closing but I couldn’t sleep because Nico wasn’t napping. My mother in law was dosing next to me so I couldn’t ask her to take a shift with him. Luckily, Nico was obsessed with the new toy I bought him for the flight - a small Rubble in a car f...