We are leaving for the airport in about 39 minutes and I am filled with pre-trip dread.
Since I fly with the kids at least twice a year, you probably think I am full of tips to help ease the pain of flying with small children.
There are some things I have figured out.

I know, the saying is usually “wide blue yonder,” but not for me! I call ahead to confirm the flight and try to ensure that the three of us are seated in the bulk head of the plane for those precious centimeters of extra space. The kids and I are taking off again.

Traditionally, Bulgarian children spend the summer vacation with their baba and diado in the family village. That seems to be true of half-Bulgarian and the children of Bulgarian immigrants too. On our flight back yesterday, there were four unaccompanied minors seated around us. At one point, about an hour before landing, all of them came to visit us and take turns playing with the baby.
Being surrounded by children made me wonder what it would be like to fly alone with three children, instead of just 2. This morning, I read this article by Suzi Telford who has five children under …read more