Ok I am going to rant on myself this time. Why do I have to get so stressed out when I fly with my kids? Am I the only one? From the time I leave the house until the plane touches down wherever we are going, I am a basket case. I am so afraid of being “that family.” You know the ones. The kids are kicking the back of the seat in front of them, screaming, crying, throwing a fit etc. Oh my goodness the walls are closing in just thinking about it. And what’s the deal with kids automatically pooping their pants the second we take off? Is it the altitude? Man, nothing better than taking all of the plane’s air hostage with a nappy ol’ diaper.

Right now we are on a plane headed to Disney world. MercyMe is performing tomorrow night, and we are gonna stay for a few days afterwards. I have already told my kids if they act up on the plane they will never see Mickey Mouse again. Too harsh? Drastic times call for drastic measures. I seriously do not want to be this way, but maybe it is just part of being a guy….maybe? Are there any other dads out there that get stressed out about this or am I alone? I would love some ideas on how not to be this way. Since taking up smoking is not an option, I must find ways to deal with my stress.

Shannon is amazing during these situations. Super calm and in control while I just stare into space and start drooling trying to go to my happy place. Thank God for her or we’d never leave the house. Oh great gotta go. Charlie just realized the table in front of him makes a great drum set. Lord help us all.

-bart

Ok so I am flying out of Valdosta, GA on a really early flight, so here is my rant.

It drives me crazy when I sit anywhere near that person in the movies who fidgets with their candy wrapper the whole time trying to reach that last piece of candy. I completely lose focus of the movie and I swear that candy wrapper is the loudest thing on the planet. I just want to get up and help the sad soul out, so they can put the wrapper down before someone gets hurt. And there is not even a sense of urgency to get the candy out. Oh no, they are somehow able to enjoy the movie while they slowly dig into the deafening plastic M&M bag. Oh man I am coming out of my skin just thinking about it. So here’s to you “über annoying cinematic candy wrapper torturer” guy! You have once again succeeded in me not having a clue what movie I came to see!

-Bart

PS. FYI one of the band members falls under this category. I don’t wanna name names, but it rhymes with spike hoytzer.