Between kids and snakes, who would you rather sit next to on a plane?
Sure, kids are cute and all, but sitting next to one, especially on a long-haul flight, is the stuff of nightmares. I don’t know how they do it, but they seem to have the innate ability to make any seemingly normal and mundane activity extra--extra noisy, extra exhausting, extra disastrous...
I’m a list person. Even before becoming a rockstar stay-at-home mom, I’ve always been a fan of lists—grocery lists, to-do lists, bucket lists, you name it! My type A personality craved order and organization, and list-making was a surefire way to help me achieve just that. Barely a week after I added “mom” to my portfolio, I learned that the list I made was no newborn checklist after all—it was a shitlist! Nothing—not even my newborn baby starter kit— prepared me for the soul-crushing, mountain-moving, universe-imploding journey that was to come!