Dear Travel Gods,
It’s me, Danielle. I’m sure you’re aware of my travel itinerary today so I just wanted to drop you a little prayer.
Please let my children behave like angels on our journey. We didn’t sleep well last night and I’m a tad frayed around the edges and I’d hate to lose my shit in public, or at altitude, or both.
Please help me navigate my way to airport, and check in with enough time to get a large coffee. I think that will help the entire freight of Flight DJ125.
If the airline doesn’t give us an entire row, can you please let the person sitting next to us be a child-friendly person. A kindly nana would be my first preference but I know you’re busy what with all the other poeple traveling today so I’ll take anyone who won’t roll their eyes at me, or pretend they can’t hear D Man saying ‘hello’ incessantly for an hour.
Also, one more small thing…. Please don’t let D Man do a poo after we leave the house. He despises public change tables and I don’t have any pull-ups with me. If he does have to go, please just try not to let it be on the plane. I can’t actually think of the logistics of that. There’s nowhere to put the baby once we’re all in that tiny cubicle.
That’s pretty much it, thanks guys.
Yours, with great optimism,
PS Better keep an eye on the actual plane too. Guess none of these matter as much as that.