Experience is the Best Teacher: 15 Holiday Travel Don'ts

Taken from here.

As we're all preparing to make plans for the holidays, buying plane tickets and all that, I thought I'd run this post to remind us all how NOT to prep for travel with kids. You're welcome.

And if this post makes you decide NOT to travel thousands of miles to see family you can Skype with anyway, don't forget to thank me for all that money I just saved you. (Just put a donation in my karma tip jar; thanks.) Not to mention the angst I've saved you from, as well.

Jennifer from Motherload, take it away!

Travel Don'ts

Here’s how NOT to fly cross-country with your two young children. Consider this a parental Public Service Announcement.


1. Take a flight scheduled at the end of the day, at the end of a weekend of 100-degree temps in New York City.

2. Before the flight, go to an expensive restaurant for brunch. Buy your children blueberry pancakes, which they refuse to eat (a first), though they nearly fight to the death over the side of bacon (giving you a perverse sense of pride). Watch as they have concurrent meltdowns over a small sticker, in front of your friends from London whom you see once every five years, and whose children are not only perfectly mannered, but also have British accents (which makes them seem MORE polite).

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3. At the end of said over-priced, un-eaten meal, discover that the restaurant is cash only. Watch your two devils and your friends’ two angels as she runs to an ATM machine. Set down the insufficient cash you have and promise your friends you’ll “get them next time” (i.e. in five years).

4. Take taxi back to other friend’s apartment and discover it’s the one cabbie in New York City who doesn’t take credit cards. Drive with him to ATM where you’re so jangled you withdraw only the cash you need to pay him. Thrust the money his way, and drag your whining children—who are exhausted and grumpy, as well as ravenous—inside.

5. Realize that the worst possible thing you could do right now would be to take a 6-hour plane ride. Check!

Don't miss what happens next! (Because it's funny now, even though I'm sure it wasn't then.)

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