Diary of A Delayed Flight - WITH CHILDREN!
Anyone who has ever flown anywhere with children will know that it can be a little challenging. We recently flew away for a lovely week in the sun which got off to a bit of a rocky start. Sticking with my diary theme, here’s what went down: 4.09 am – My alarm goes off – I hit the snooze button. 4.10 am – My other half’s alarm goes off – I jump out of the bed, stumble into the bathroom, forget what I’m doing in there and walk out. After approximately 30 seconds, I remember we have to check in at 6 am for an 8 am flight and go into full get the kids up and in the car mode. I should point out that on the day I am 18 weeks pregnant with our third child and have had little or no short term memory for weeks. 4.12 am – 6 year old is sitting on the landing, fully dressed, carrying a back pack that is at least two thirds her own size, wearing a big smile. She still hasn’t opened her eyes yet. 4.25 am – The toddler is breaking me. After 10 minutes of arguing a...