I expected turbulence in the air, not in my marriage. One moment we were boarding with diaper bags and twin toddlers, and the next, my husband Eric slipped into business class, leaving me alone in economy.
It was supposed to be our first family vacation to visit Eric’s parents in Florida. Between strollers, car seats, and two 18-month-olds, I was already overwhelmed. At the gate, Eric mumbled something about “checking on the seats” and walked off. Minutes later, as we boarded, he turned to me with a grin and said, “Babe, I got an upgrade. You’ll be fine with the kids, right?”
Before I could respond, he disappeared behind the curtain to business class.By the time I collapsed into seat 32B, both kids were fussing, apple juice had been spilled on my lap, and my neighbor asked to move seats because it was “a bit loud.”
My phone buzzed with a message from Eric:”The food is amazing up here. They even gave me a warm towel 😍”Meanwhile, I was wiping spit-up off my shirt with a baby wipe.