Just my luck. It's not enough that I'm totally afraid of flying and rely on Xanax to help me cope. No, my intense phobia of children is also tested on this flight.

I get Seat 32A, the window seat in the second-to-last row on the plant. Immediately in front of me is a family of three with their 24-30 month old child. Across the aisle from their row is a woman with a 6-9 month old infant. Immediately behind her is a family with an older infant. Right behind me is a family of four with an infant and a 2-3 year old who is sitting in seat 33A. The screaming ensues even before the flight takes off. There are moments of respite, but very few, as each child continues to trigger outbursts from the others. And the kid right behind me is constantly kicking my seat.

I thought I'd be a little smarter on this trip and only take half of my Xanax does (since I have just about zero recollection of the flight out to Seattle other than what I'm now reading in my blog posts. I managed to nap slightly, but the screaming children didn't allow for much in that regard.

Now as we begin our descent into DFW, the turbulence is kicking into high gear, which is only increasing the turmoil surrounding my seat. And the captain just turned on the seat belt sign, so all the screaming urchins have to be located right around me.

This is gonna be a really which knuckle landing for me...