By: Revanche

Traveling with kids during COVID

January 17, 2023

A compilation of thoughts about travel from 2021-2022

I was not at all in the mood to travel while COVID continues to mutate alongside the plethora of flus, RSV, colds, random upper respiratory things, and various other contagious diseases. Especially not after weeks and weeks of just keeping nose above water. Once upon a time I loved flying but these days? Home, thank you very much, I’m very happy at home. Alas, even I had to venture forth to fulfill obligations. Add masks and Lysol wipes, take away indoor dining, take away casual attitudes about what you touch and who you share your air with on the road, and add a whole lot of medication for the slew of germs the kids brought with them.

On the road: I thought it was overkill to bring our own seat protectors but we had to make some stops at REALLY gross rest stops and they were very much needed.

Flying with kids: take away sleep and watching movies mindlessly, and replace them with your child (or both) imitating an R.O.U.S.

Things I forgot: my airline specific credit card for a discount on in flight purchases. Drat. Our filter replacements for our flo masks. To pre-order fresh food trays before we flew (overpriced yes but a convenience because our carry-ons were already jammed full of other things and we couldn’t fit another food item).

Things I remembered: all the electronics cables and plugs. Most of the medications we needed. I wish I’d packed all of them; that was a conscious and wrong choice to leave some behind. Treats for our flight attendants for both flights. Activities for the kids for long confined sitting periods but not enough for many hours upon hours (I don’t think it’s humanly possible to carry enough to entertain small / younger kids for that long on a flight). Plastic reusable water bottles along with our heavy insulated bottles, those came in handy for the flight portion of our travel. Mini hand sanitizers that fit into pockets and small shoulder bags.

There are some people out there who are real jerks about families flying with upset children. Exhibit A: As if we enjoy flying with screaming children and we are in fact doing it AT you. Honestly. Some people really don’t know how to exist in society or a community with others. This is why I dread flights with other people. You never know which one is going to be a flagrant asshole about your small human being a small human. As if it’s not hard enough. We did get lucky a few times. I profusely thanked our seatmates for being such good sports about the kids. One of them let Smol Acrobat fall asleep holding their finger, unbeknownst to us at the time. They told us later with a laugh that it was cute. In an unwanted restaurant experience where Smol Acrobat was a screech owlet, our table neighbors were incredibly sweet about their ups and downs and joked with them. On a mini train ride, they met a dad with his three older kids who was goofier than Goofy and did little dances to entertain them, offered fistbumps, and even took a picture with them. It was almost like traveling with baby JB again who would play with EVERYONE they saw, whereas Smol Acrobat tends to be a frozen statue staring at the new person in confusion or horror. JB was too busy doing bigger kid things to interact with strangers.

Time zones. I had forgotten how horrible it is to have young kids cross time zones. Up at 11, up at 2, up at 4, up for good at 5 am local time. AUGH. Toilets and landlines and under-4 year olds. The constant “no, no, leave that alone!” battle. I remembered to unplug the hotel room phone just like we used to do with JB so they could walk around the room with a handset to their ear babbling away to their invisible friends.

JB at Smol’s current age was a good traveler in liking all the adventures, wanting to follow wherever we went although they of COURSE went on their own little side quests frequently and Smol is no different in that respect. But JB would eat everything, and be up for more. Sleep badly but was generally happy when they were up. They could more easily co-sleep. It wasn’t EASY traveling with JB, my memory isn’t THAT bad. I guess it’s also fair to say that it was simply easier because we only had the one kid to juggle, and not two. But please be honest, I cannot be the only parent who hates traveling with young kids, can I?

We were dragged to a formal dinner thing (long story) that we left as soon as we could because Smol Acrobat is an unruly squirrel and the dining option was totally age inappropriate. We weren’t paying the bill but we found our server and tipped her $30 cash personally just because she made a shitty situation for us manageable in lots of small ways that she didn’t have to do.

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