You see, I rode on an airplane last night. All by myself, well my husband was with me but he didn't require 50 potty breaks, a lollipop, a wet-wipe, another snack, or pull my hair and kick me because I was snoozing. He was so well behaved, I barely knew he was there.
When the plane arrived I looked around and there were no crumbs and no children fighting and crying. I wasn't quite sure what to do with myself. No carseat to wrestle, no bags of toys to reassemble, no nothing. Just me and my little bag and my husband, who was so well behaved.
This is traveling without children. It has been 9 years since I've travelled without a child. This is quite nice. I might be able to do this again with John, because he is so well behaved.