Free workout with every flight

As we flew there were so many people who offered to help me. It was amazing and appreciated! Both flights the boys and I were seated at the back of the airplane which meant I had to carry the book bag, army ranger's rucksack (aka diaper bag), and new born all the while coaching my 4 year old sweetly to keep walking as he pulled the carry-on suitcase. He was making friends at very isle. "Are you going to California too?" "I have a baby brother. He's right here." Or "Hola! Me amo Warren!" Yes, this was said to a very sweet woman who probably had a beautiful tan from her vacation. *insert wide eyed emoji here* After profusely apologizing to her and about decapitating a few other people with my diaper bag, we finally made it to our seats! First flight was a breeze! Both boys took sweet naps and I was able to breathe just a bit. Our next flight was the long one. Same scene as the previous flight as we boarded. Pack mule making her way down those stinking narrow isles, oldest child making friends, and me taking off heads. The very sweet young man who spoke very little English and had the isle seat next to us grabbed the book bag off my back without my asking and placed it sweetly on the floor. He gestured that it was heavy and acted as though he hurt his arm lifting it. We both laughed that stranger, awkward, language barrier laugh and I sat down. This flight was one for the record books. The amount of turbulence created an eerie hush amongst the passengers. "Momma! It feels like the plane is broken! It's kind of fun!" Said my innocent, naive 4 year old. As I grabbed my two boys and silently prayed for a safe landing, wherever it may be, the kind young man next to me downed an orange juice. Moments later he motioned for a steward who was seated & strapped in his seat next to the restrooms. The steward must have understood what the young man wanted and reaching with his long arms handed him an airline plastic bag. Motion sickness is no laughing matter, people! Especially if it is near you and the person has just drank their body weight in orange juice and you are in a confined space with recycled air. After my poster child for Dramamine seat partner's stomach finally calmed down, he fell asleep...on me. So, now I am holding my baby and a stranger. I let him sleep. I felt bad for the poor guy. About an hour after the orange juice stomach acid explosion induced nap, we landed. We were in California!