Karma

Last Monday marked a special event. It was the first time we flew on an airplane with twins! It was an all day event because we were flying from Salt Lake to Atlanta to Jacksonville, Florida.

It was a very interesting experience to travel via air with two babies. First came all of the packing. It seemed like we were trying to shove things in every nook and cranny of our luggage. We took: two pack and play's, two high chairs, two car seats with the bases, two large blankets, toys, diaper bag, stroller with canopy, baby food, a boppy, our two bags, and two bags of the babies clothes. Unfortunately we choose to fly on Delta so we had to pay for all of our luggage. We spent a grand total of $120.00 on the luggage (After that little expense I made an internal pact to always fly on Southwest because they don't charge for the first two bags of luggage).

As we walked around the airport we got a lot of the usual comments. We heard a lot of, "Double trouble," and "You must have your hands full." We have become accustomed to comments like this and most of the time people are just being friendly. We ran into one woman, however, who had a different agenda with her comments...

It was a middle-aged woman with bleach-blonde hair. She had a couple of little kids with her and her husband. At first she started by saying, "Look at those cute babies. Twins!" She then looked down at her little girl and said, not in a soft whispering voice, but in a loud voice, "I sure hope that they aren't sitting in the back of the plane because that is where we are sitting. I hope that they are sitting at the very front of the plane. Far away from us."

I then had an incredible urge to turn to her and say a nasty comment back to her. Instead of succumbing to my desire, I ignored her and focused on boarding the plane.

As luck and fate would sometimes have it, we were sitting in the back. Right in front of old bleach-blonde.

I am happy to report that throughout the entire plane ride the babies were fabulous. They ate their snacks, played with their toys, and both took a long nap. Old bleach-blonde's kids were the obnoxious ones. They were whiney, cried out really loud, and had strewn food and toys all over. Such is karma.

In their defense, the husband was actually really nice. But at one point on the plane ride Cameron was sleeping peacefully in my arms and he actually asked me if we drugged our kids. I answered no and he informed me that when his kids were younger they would hop them up on benadryl and then they would sleep through the entire plane ride. I didn't agree with that and for the second time that day, I bit my tongue to that family.

The babies did really well that day and we made it to Jacksonville without any major catastrophe's besides old bleach-blonde, a poop out in Atlanta, and the absence of the bottom part of the car-seat base (another reason I will try and always fly Southwest).

As the babies' first plane ride ended we snapped these photos (as I got the camera out and was taking the photo old bleach-blonde had to mutter a final comment of "Give me a break.") As their family exited the plane with kids crying, the only thing on my mind was: Karma.




P.S. I would like to give a big shout out to the family that was seated in front of me. They traded seats with us, were very polite to us, helped us with our luggage, and even shared some of their treats with us. Thanks.