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.

The flight is nothing compared to the waiting around and standing in line at the airport.

Always bring the stroller to the gate.

Prices for junk food and drinks are higher at the airport, but it’s better just to pay it and avoid and tantrum than to bring a picnic from home.

Breast feed for as long as possible if only because it makes life easier when you fly. Bring gum for everyone else.

Smile at everyone and apologize to the other passengers in advance so that their expectations for a peaceful flight are really, really low. Then, they’ll either be pleasantly surprised when the kids are good or prepared for them to cry and yell for the entire journey.

If the kids won’t take their Children’s Gravol before the flight, take it yourself. The drowsiness and distant feeling it gives you is kind of pleasant.

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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.

This is what all the work stress of the past six months has been about: the chance to fly home and work one job, instead of two, while getting reacquainted with my family. And, to finally meet my little nephew who might have our father’s name, but who, in pictures, looks just like his very own daddy.

Please wish the three of us a safe flight. We’ve had nothing but positive experiences in the past and have never had a problem with breastfeeding or safety. Air Canada has always been good to us and I hope we’ll have another helpful crew. I carry food for the kids (although what kind and how much has to change) and wear my support hose.

Just because I know how to handle a flight with too kids, doesn’t mean I don’t get worried.

It’s a long way to fly for a visit with the aunties and uncles, but beloved friends, the sugar bush and the donut shop are waiting too. And, anyway, airplanes are a great place to do kegels.

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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 the age of 4. And I wondered if the philosophy of going with the flow has any limits at all.

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