Oh oh I have a good one!!
Back when DS was a baby, we booked a holiday abroad. I had never been before, but dutifully went about applying for DS' passport and got my boss to sign his photos. Sent it off and then the week before we were meant to fly, still no passport for baby DS. We were meant to fly out on a Monday, but Friday came and still no passport. Called the passport people and it turned out I had got my
Boss to sign that the photos of DS were a true likeness for me 
not DS! So my
Boss had to answer an email from the passport office, I had to get new photos taken for DS and then drive the 50 mile round trip to work to get the photos signed again, then get the photos sent next day signed delivery.
I called every hour on the hour on Saturday in the hope that someone received them, but the office shut at lunchtime, and DP was so angry with me that I cooked up a plan. DP would fly out as planned from Manchester on the 6am flight. and I would take DS in his pram on the train to bloody Newport passport office to collect the passport, then fly out from Cardiff on the 5pm plane. Now, I was hedging my bets because no one had told me that the passport would be ready for collection on the Monday, and someone had said it is likely to be Newport but could be Liverpool, so I was really gambling.
Anyway, got to Newport with my carry on bag of luggage, DS and the pram. As I exited the train station, I called the passport office who said no it's Liverpool. I cried and immediately spent £80 booking a train ticket back home. Then called again just to be sure, and was told yes it's in Newport but you can't collect till 3pm. It was 11am and pissing it down 😂 I spent the next 4hours walking around Newport shopping centre, miserable that I'd already had to pay another £100 for the flight from Cardiff and lost another £80 on the train ticket I wouldn't be using.
Finally got DS' passport, paid £50 for a taxi to get me to Cardiff airport and missed the plane, so then had to rebook for 5pm the next day AND pay for a hotel. It was only the next morning that I realised I hadn't got any more nappies left and had to check out with DS in a hand towel for a nappy, get the bus to Barry to buy more in Boots and then spent the day on Barry Island before getting a taxi back to Cardiff airport.
I'd never flown before, so to say I was a nervous wreck by that point and going through security on my own nearly broke me is an understatement. Once we were through, DP messaged to ask if I'd booked a transfer and I had no idea what he was talking about, so had to do that.
I cried when the plane took off.
I haven't been abroad in the seven years since 😂😂