I write this aboard a Southwest Airlines flight with a 2.5 year old squirming all over the seat next to me, overtired yet refusing to nap. She has dragged her pink blanket, fondly coined her “na na,” across half the Denver airport, and her diet today has consisted of Doritos, orange juice and inflight snack mix. Here I sit amidst contents of my carry on bags scattered all over the seats. I have enough wipes on me to to fulfill an entire newborn hospital ward and enough snacks