We did it. Well I did it. I travelled solo from Dubai (well Abu Dhabi) to Manchester on my own.
And survived. So here is my tale, in stages, of how I coped when travelling with my children…did I mention that I was alone?
The Week Before
Think about packing. Dismiss the idea as you don’t fly for agggges.
Contemplate washing everything you need. Then decide you need to wear it all and it’s best to do it closer to when you fly.
Three Days Before
Finally tackle the washing pile and wish you’d been more organised and started sooner. Vow that next trip you will start sooner.
Two Days Before
Realise in a mad panic that the toddler has outgrown all his clothes and you can only find half of the baby’s 3-6 month (I know my tiny 6lbs3oz born baby has turned into Giganta-baby by 10 weeks old weighing in at nearly 14lbs!) clothes.
Run to the shops to purchase some last minute impulse buys.
Come away with 4 new mum tops for yourself and not much else.
Lay out all of the clothes you’re taking on the floor and marvel at how much stuff you have for such little people.
Husband comes home and you get him to drag the cases out. Then decide that’s enough of that for one day and leave them empty on the floor.
The Morning Before
The Toddler is in nursery, decide to use the time to pack.
Get caught up in blogging.
Admonish yourself for blogging and quickly check Twitter before you go up to pack.
Lose an hour to Twitter and realise that you need to head out to pick up the KenziBox “On the Go” with all your travel crafts. Strap baby boy into the car seat and go off to collect it.
Well collection is right by a friends it would be rude not to drop in for a catch up and coffee before you leave.
Realise it’s time to pick up toddler from his last nursery session at his current nursery. Stifle sobs as you leave the classroom.
Run back to the car with the toddler after a bird attacked you the day before. Toddler still finds this hysterical and reminds you of it all the way to the car
The birdie got your hair mummy
Have I ever mentioned I’m terrified of birds?
The Afternoon Before
Persuade the toddler to nap and throw all the clothes from the floor into the bags whilst frantically waving Freddie The Firefly at Baby Boy.
Get everything in and shut the case. Decide as long as I have passports and credit cards nothing else matters.
Considering nothing else matters I realise I have a lot of stuff.
A LOT of stuff.
The Night Before
Decide that McDonald’s is the appropriate final meal together.
Eat and enjoy for approximately 30 seconds. Feel hideous for the rest of the evening and realise your errors as the toddler begins running laps in your living room.
Strip the toddler ready for the bath. Endure a naked toddler running round singing on the suitcase.
Wrestle said toddler into the bath, let him convince you to get in with him and spend the next 20 minutes protecting yourself from boats being rammed where boats shouldn’t be rammed.
Put the toddler to bed and keep fingers crossed. Feed baby boy to sleep and do the sleep dance shuffle to put him down.
Shove everything into hand luggage and apply same passport/credit card principle.
Realise that husband will kill me if the credit card bill comes in too high.
Re-think credit card strategy.
Decide can’t be bothered to re-think strategy and the credit card bill can just be high.
Finally convince the toddler that it would be a good idea to sleep having to get up at 5:30am to leave for the airport.
Crawl into bed and go to sleep.
Wake up and feed the baby. Try and go back to sleep.
Muse on whether I packed the passports and the credit cards……