Anxious much?

The ladies and I are flying (without Brad!) to Chicago tomorrow. GULP! I seriously have palpitations just thinking about it, but I'm pretty sure we/I can do it. It's a direct flight and we are only in the air for 2 hours. I can do this, right? I think I can. I think I can...
I am prepared. I have lists on top of lists and, assuming I pack everything in said lists, will be totally good to go. But kids are unpredictable (or 'unreasonable' as the wise Billy Mac 2.0 prophesied), and you really never know what is going to happen. Annie has her own seat and Violet will be on my lap. I will no doubt need some assistance and I am hoping the flight attendants and/or my fellow plane goers will be kind.   FAA Gods, please put us next to a lovely Grandmotherly type who would like nothing more than to play with and coo at 2 cute little girls for the duration of our flight!
In an attempt to win the favor of our potentially-disgruntled-by-us plane mates, I've attached the note below to littles bag of candy. C'mon, if you got this note, you'd be nice, wouldn't you?

 

The good part about all of this is the reason for traveling. 1) I get to see the lovely Sharaya get married this coming weekend and 2) I get to spend 4 whole days with one of my very best friends in the entire world. I haven't seen Jill since I was pregnant with Annie, so we definitely have some catching up to do. Watch out woman, here we ALL come!

Brad is flying in on Friday so at least I'll have help on the way home. 

Think of me tomorrow at 12:40pm as I'm lugging a carry-on, a stroller, and 2 babies through the narrow aisles of a 747, and feel glad that you are NOT me at that moment!