Today my travel agent (la di da) and I were commiserating over traveling cross-Atlantic with kids.
Can I get a hell, yeah?
She had some words of wisdom; not necessarily advice but an appropriate sentiment I had not been able to express until she mentioned it:
Flying with children is like giving birth – it sucks for about 12-15 hours, it’s painful, it’s uncomfortable, it’s torture. But at the end, when you’re done, you’ve totally forgotten it and are happy with what you have…
…which is why we end up doing it, again and again and again.