flyin’

*Warning-the following blog contains lots of bodily fluids. Those with sensitive stomachs might want to skip this entry*

We are visiting my brother in Colorado. We took our Bush Bribe and used it to stimulate the economy (you’re welcome. It’s totally working!).

I get motion sick pretty easily riding in a car. Planes don’t usually bug me, but I took some Dramamine just in case. The first leg of our trip was really bumpy coming in for a landing and I actually used the barf bag.

I was mortified. I’ve never gotten sick on a plane before. I’ve also never sat next to anyone who had to use one of those bags. I was sitting next to my husband, so I’m not sure if anyone else noticed what was going on.

My husband assures me that the smell probably gave me away.

This is not the first time that something like this has happened to me.

A couple of years ago just Zach and I flew down to visit my brother and his family. I love visiting them but we are very different. I’m a planner, and Rob is a seize the moment kind of guy. When my kids were young, I was all about schedules. Rob’s kids had to be very flexible - naps were taken in the car on their way to the next adventure.

The day I was flying home, Rob decided to take us hiking before I left (squeeze in every bit of fun possible). We ended up running late to the airport, and I had to run to catch the plane. Let me state for the record that I had plenty of diapers - they were just in my checked bag. You can probably guess what happened next.

On the final leg of our trip, Zach pooped in his last diaper before we took off. I pushed the help button and asked the attendant if she had any diapers. She looked at me in disgust and wondered aloud why I wasn’t better prepared (I was wondering that myself).

I slinked (slunk?) back to the restroom, hoping that he had pellet poop. I figured I could scrape out the poo and reuse the diaper. No such luck - he had some nice squishy poop that had seeped through the diaper.

I had to get creative. I took Zach’s extra clothes and MacGyvered him a diaper. I was pretty proud of myself.

Later the attendant checked back with me and I shared my success story. She was duly impressed. No longer disgusted, she offered me a free glass of wine.

At the end of the flight we had come up with another idea for a make shift diaper. Maxi pads - they have those on airplanes (feel free to use my idea).

This trip was easy with my kids - I was the only one with problems. Thank goodness they didn’t inherit my motion sickness.

On our return trip I’m taking plenty of Dramamine - and maybe some air freshener.

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