Leaving on a Jet Plane - BY MYSELF!

Today will be the first time I have flown in five years without having someone trying to put stickers in my hair.  Tonight, I'm flying to India, to visit my husband's family.  My husband and children travelled there last week, but due to the demands of work, I had to linger at home for one extra week.    So, that means I will have the 15 1/2 hour flight all to myself.  Well, I know there will be other passengers on the plane (at least I hope there will be other passengers on the place -- that would be a little creepy, flying on a jumbo jet with no one else at all), but none of them will be calling me "mommy" and expecting me to share my pretzels. 

I'll have the whole seat to myself, with no little one trying to climb to the top of Mt. Mom.  I'll be able to pick the channel on the in-flight entertainment, and I can assure you, that will not include SpongeBob.  No one will change the channel as soon as I become engrossed in the program.  I won't have to save my dessert for anyone else.  I can order a diet soda without worrying about the effects of artificial sweeteners on developing brains when the passenger next to me steals a sip.  I can read a book other than "Amazing Facts about Dinosaurs" or "Jamberry" (both classics, definitely, but I can recite both from memory).  I feel positively giddy with the possibilities!  I don't need a first class seat -- they can shove me in the cargo hold as long as I can go to the bathroom without a pint-sized escort. 

Don't get me wrong -- I miss my children very much and I can't wait until those two little bodies launch themselves at me when they spot me at the airport.  But until then, I'm going to enjoy my solo flight.