Things are starting to get on a roll for our trip to Texas next month. I'm getting excited but I have spent the past few nights tossing and turning thinking about the flight to Texas.
I haven't done much traveling since having the boys. We took a road trip with my parents literally days after Brian first got his diagnosis. I was stuffed in the backseat of an Envoy with two carseats occupied by a two year old and a three year old. Surprisingly it was a really good trip- thank heaven for a portable DVD player.
The only other real lengthy trip was a trip to Boston two years ago. We drove an hour and a half to an Amtrak station and then took the train. That was a good choice for Brian. Obviously because he loves train but also the seats were a bit more roomier than a plane and there was more freedom for movement. The ride home he was a bit cranky but it had been a long trip for him.
Car rides can be a problem- generally the furthest we go is about an hour and a half and usually he'll do fine on the trip to wherever we are going. It's the way home that he becomes antsy and grumpy and fidgety.
Brian's been on a plane before but it was a four-passenger tiny plane for fifteen minutes to get out to the island where his Dad lives. And he hated it.
I know a commercial plane is obviously going to be a much different (and better) experience for Brian. Yet, the length could be a problem. Brian doesn't sit still for anything and the long corridor- that is going to be calling his name. He loves hallways, corridors, and such- he loves to run up and down them repeatedly. Brian loves to make loud noises and he loves to jump up and down. Brian has no understanding of personal space.
I just have this sinking feeling we'll be the next family you see in the news suing an airline for kicking us off a plane.
