Have a baby. Not while flying, because that would be messy and uncomfortable and generally unwise. But after you have said baby, one of the seldom-mentioned benefits of baby-having is that when you finally have the opportunity to travel on your own, you’re SO DAMN HAPPY to have a moment alone to read, to write, to just think without the constant unrelenting business of diapering, bottle-washing, stain-removing, et cetera, that you DON’T EVEN NOTICE when your plane has left the ground.
Seriously. It’s amazing.