And we're off!

There are some amazing perks to being the wife of a photographer (he did not take this picture, by the way). First perk I can think of? He has the dream job of 88% of the world, so there’s lots to talk about when someone asks. Perk two? Exotic travel, which I may or may not be included in, but like to think I could throw on a scarf and jet set on a whim, if I wanted (and didn’t have two children at home). And perk three? The schedule allows Nick to work really hard but also take time to attend a family reunion ski trip in France.

And what about the downsides? He’s gone. A lot. And when planning said family reunion ski trip to France, a marketing trip to NYC just happened to fall the week prior, leaving the unfortunate position of me and the children in Seattle and Nick in New York and all of us flying to Europe. On separate planes.

I think I have told just about everyone I have interacted with how nervous I am. Complete strangers included. How are you today? someone might ask. I am flying international with my two young children all by myself and I am super nervous about it, I always respond. Because maybe if I say it out loud enough times it will get so old, my mind won’t even allow it as a possibility anymore and I just won’t be nervous anymore, ever, and we all will travel happily ever after.

That’s my hope anyway.

The reality is, I have run in my mind every possible area of hazard (hunger, tired, bored, screaming, not wanting to sit still, etc, etc) and the only one that I can't seem to solve in my hypothetical scenario is what happens if I need to use the toilet and both of the children are still awake? Which seems pretty good, because I will quite happily suffer as long as the children are fed, slept, entertained and quiet. Or at least one out of those four. 

Wish me luck. Send good thoughts. 

xx