If you’ve done any air travel this summer, you know how much fun it is.

The security lines, being packed into the seats like sardines, and then of course, the facilities on the plane. The bathroom is one of the only places where you can actually pee and wash your hands, all at the same time.

How convenient, right?

I don’t love to fly, but I do love to travel. So for me, it’s a necessary evil I have to deal with in order to get to see the world. I try to do what I can to make it better. I load my iPad with entertaining shows, have a plethora of relaxing music, and bring books and magazines to distract myself.

Jon loves to fly, and usually isn’t willing to indulge my anxiety and sit and chat with me, and the girls are usually zoning out to something a Kardashian has done. Can someone please tell me what it is about THAT family? I don’t get it.

I admire people who love flying.  And what about people who become members of “The mile high club.” Do you think people actually enjoy having sex on a plane, or do they just do it so they can SAY they had sex on a plane?

I’m not a member.

Logistically, I can’t say I fully get it.

Once, when I was on a long flight, my whole family started feeling sick. We’d eaten at a restaurant the evening before, and apparently the spicy food didn’t sit well with us. It also had a delayed reaction, and didn’t hit us until we were on the plane and over the ocean.

Lovely, right?

All I can say is, when nature calls, there’s not much you can do. Even if you’re on a plane. When you have to go to the bathroom, you have to go to the bathroom. And that’s what I had to do. While I tried popping every possible medicine I had on me, sadly, it didn’t help. I needed something stronger, and it’s not like there was a pharmacy I could visit while on the plane.

There’s nothing quite worse than being on a plane, and having digestive issues.

I would use the facility, and then a few minutes later, have to get up and go again.

It was not ideal. Not at all.

I was embarrassed, but I felt so bad, I didn’t really care.

So now, I make sure I travel with hard core meds of every kind. If it happened again, I’d be prepared.

I’ll fly the friendly sky’s, keep my finders crossed that everything will go well, and breathe a huge sigh of relief when we touch down on the ground.

As for the people who become members of the little club we discussed above…more power to them.

Find meaning each day,

Dara