Earlier in my career, I used to travel every single week. I’d even get up at crazy early hours so I could be on the first flight out whenever I could (the first flights out tend to run on time). When faced with flight delays after a long day, all I could think was how I’d love to be crying my frustration out until I was exhausted and fell asleep like the toddlers on my flights got to. But I couldn’t do that without being judged by all the adults nearby and possibly even getting escorted off the plane.