Last night I had a baby on my lap for a five-hour flight, which wouldn't be weird, except the baby wasn't mine. Before I get snarky, let me start by saying that I, like most mothers am sensitive to my fellow child-bearers, especially on flights. And I was looking forward to getting to know the little cutie seated on her mother's lap beside me, especially because after being away from Archer for five days, I missed him terribly.
But there was a reason I didn't bring him with me and had he been there, there would also be a reason for me to get him his own seat on the airplane. Because D-to the-UH! Toddlers are not designed to sit on mama's lap for five hours.
I, like most airplane passengers do not look forward to long flights in cramped spaces, but even worse than a long flight in a cramped space is a long flight in a cramped space with a child's feet in your face. Someone else's child. I also do not look forward to wrestling tampons from the little hands of children whose mothers pretend to be asleep. And believe it or not? When I buy a five-dollar bag of goldfish crackers, after not being able to eat for an entire day, I actually want to EAT THEM. I do not want to give them away because SOMEBODY forgot to bring their child a snack.
Fortunately after polishing off my dinner, little "Allie" fell asleep. On me. Her shoes digging into my ribs for another four and half hours. But the worst part about it was the mother. She said nothing. No thank you. No "sorry my daughter is chewing on your Louis Vuitton bag..." No, "thank you for helping me search for pacifiers on your hands-and-knees during turbulence." No NOTHING.
Perhaps it made it easier for her to ignore what was going on. Maybe she thought I was her in-flight nanny/entertainment/bitch but I certainly was not. I was (and still am, apparently) pissed.
Take note, parents. If you're flying alone with your toddler, BUY THEM THEIR OWN SEAT! And if you can't afford it? Don't fly. It isn't fair. It isn't nice. It's tacky and disrespectful and annoying. And that's coming from a fellow parent of a toddler (and a rather forgiving one at that.) I can only imagine what the man who was seated on the other side of the mother/daughter duo was thinking. Four hours with a two-year-old's head in his lap must not have been what he was looking forward to, either.
Friggin' Amateurs.
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