Pint Sized Frequent Flyers and the Nutcase Mother

"Join the Navy! See the World!" ~ Yea, that never happened. But good advertising scheme :-) My military adventures consisted of the ever exotic San Diego, California and the lavish resort known as Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. Now don't get me wrong. I enjoyed these places very much and would actually go back to Cuba in a hear beat, but I never had the military global experience that most have. 

Now... "Become an Expat! See the World!" ~ That's a slogan I can get behind. Or even a flight attendant for that matter. Which brings us to the purpose and topic of today's post... Flying.... the nerve wrecking, anxiety driven business know as flying. 

I'm not entirely sure where I went wrong or what happened in life but at 31 years old I am unequivocally scared of planes! It is no secret either. I am sure every passenger on that plane knows dam well that the lady sitting in 31B is not happy about the current situation. Meanwhile... my kids board the plane, sit in their seats, get their headphones out and carry on business as usual style. Who are these kids!! 6, 5, and 3.5 years old and they are so well behaved on planes. It amazes me! Truthfully, CJ, my youngest is Satan on a good day and will burn down villages yet he knows exactly what is expected of him. Sure... he has moments like anyone else but he is NOT "that kid" on a plane who is screaming, fussing, kicking seats... acting foolish. NO... THAT's ME!! 

I would like to blame it on the fact that I'm pregnant and sensitive to motion but that would be a blatant lie. Maybe it is the fact that since we have moved overseas I have been on so many airplanes that I just hate them now. I have never had a personal risk assessment done and have no clue how they calculate how much of a risk you are, but if someone were to assess me I am sure I would be considered risky due to how many planes I board a year and compared to most... I do not board that many planes and that is crazy to think about. Last year, in 2015, I got on close to 30 planes and flew almost 50 thousand miles. Again... not a lot compared to international businessmen who travel daily but for me that is  a lot and also compared to the average person that is a lot. 

I used to love getting into an airplane. I LOVE to travel and go places but the means of transportation is little to be desired. It also does not help that every time we are about to get into a plane an air disaster happens. I'm certain that more disasters happened when I loved to fly but I was never actually aware of them. I wish I could go back to that absent minded  kid who only worried about herself when it comes time to fly. 

Then we have these weirdos who just do not care :-) I'M SO JEALOUS!!!!! I want to snuggle up and just fall asleep!

I am sure Will get's great amusement out of me! The whole 8 hours to Moscow I was so stressed out I couldn't even watch a movie. I sat there and basically suffered through the easy, smooth, flight. A bit ridiculous I know. 

So now that I have shared with you my psychological issues, we have reached our destination and  I can relax until next Thursday when I board the plane to go home :-) 

I now leave you with these images of the "Many Faced God" ~ Another little Game Of Thrones reference for ya!