On friday I flew from Heathrow to Singapore with DS (6) and DD (3). At the end of the flight three people congratulated me on how well behaved the children were (DS slept for about 8 hours and DD slept for about 10 hours. How lucky was I?)
Last night we flew out of Singapore and arrived in Melbourne this morning and in the very early hours I had finally got the pair of then asleep (we had seats where the arm rest could not move up so they were unable to lie across the seats as they had done on the first flight and neither of them it seemed could get comfortable). Off I went to the toilet only to be verbally abused by a gentlemen sitting about three or 4 rows behind.
I'm quite a tough cookie but this man reduced me to tears.
He threatened to go and wake the children, called me a terrible mother, said my daughter was the most badly behaved child he had ever come across and basically I should be totally ashamed of myself. And it was all said with such spite and venom I'm surprised i managed to make it to the toilet before the tears came.
I'm not sure why I am posting this really but I feel a bit better for having told the tale and this time I haven't cried again while telling it (unlike when i told my sister when she met us at the airport!)
I was so proud of my children after the first flight and feeling quite chuffed with myself for the way it had all gone. I was feeling awful enough about the situation on this second flight (DS was no trouble at all, just watched movies and played his DS but DD was so tired she was crying a bit, whinging and playing up sometimes) but the man managed to make me feel like crap