I thought I'd give you all a laugh and let you know how my journey went yesterday...
My word, how do single mothers do it?! Travelling with toddlers is such an escapade!
We did ok on the train for he first hour and a half with magazines, snacks, the view and colouring to amuse, but when it got dark and people sat opposite so we couldn't play under the table and kick when we felt like it and really needed a huge fart and it wouldn't come, things got a bit fraut for the last hour.
Then there was getting off the train with buggy, wheely suitcase, dd's wee bag & my hand luggage. A very nice gent helped me off, recruited another one to get buggy and suitcase upstairs at Haymarket (no lift) and left us at the entrance. We wobbled along the narrow pavement to a temporary bus stop for the airport bus where suitcase went off on one, dd was beyond amused by this stage and wanted to go home, teddy fell in a 2-inch puddle and was rejected as the solve-all soother and people were overtaking me in the queue to get on the bus as I was struggling to move my entourage in a straight line. One guy even had the cheek to say 'excuse me' as he pushed past. I lost the plot and shouted "a hand would be nice!" at which point he did pick up my suitcase for me.
DD cried to get off the bus all the way to the airport and was cranky as anything until she got out of her pram at security, at which point she did a runner whilst I had to explain the presence of soup, yoghurt and baby milk and medicine in my hand luggage. Oh for a normal non-food-intolerant child! Much chasing later, she did calm down enough to sit and eat some tea.
EasyJet called for priority boarding whilst I was changing a nappy, followed by normal boarding 30 seconds later so when I got through the gate I was faced with 4 flights of stairs and no-one except fellow passengers to help me. DD amused them all by saying "well thank you!" very loudly on repeat. I'm used to Flybe who actually employ staff to be around and was actually pretty shocked at how 'no frills' easyjet is! There was no-one to collect the buggy at the foot of the staircase and I just had to leave it in the rain and hope it made its way onto the plane. And of course, rely on a passer by to hold DD in case she did a runner onto the runway as I folded the damn thing down .
DD loves flying so the rest of the journey was bliss in comparison. In-flight magazines are fantastic for keeping little minds amused. And the short journey time helps too.
To compensate, the look on my mother's face when I turned up in the living room was priceless. We both needed to see each other so it was well worth it all. Only 4 days until we do it all again....
Have a good weekend folks. I really hope you're enjoying food enough to get the full benefit of Christmas!