Six airplanes. Fifteen days.
Not looking forward to that.
HRH is going on the same plane over, which means he’s all up in my face about what we should bring to entertain the kids. But he’s a novice and doesn’t understand the main thing a parent needs for a successful 13 hour flight, total disregard for the usual rules and an element of surprise.
He’s talking about how we’re going to get the kids to eat their veggies in flight and limiting their screen time.
Meanwhile in the Realm of Reality, I’m loading the iPad with new movies and calculating the maximum snack holding potential of my backpack.
We’ll see how it goes, I guess. On the way back, at least I’ll have free reign.
After THAT title, not quite the post you were expecting, perhap? Sorry y’all.