This week we’re on a little family getaway.
We decided not to go too far. It is just a break to recover from a busy few months, and any parent knows, too much travel with a baby or toddler is no fun.
We booked flights from our local airport to Dublin, hired a cheapy car and booked self-catered accommodation on the coast in Wexford.
We arrived at East Midlands airport at 4.30am (yes, ouch) having dropped our car off at the meet and greet car park.
Our flight wasn’t until 6.30am, giving plenty of time to get through check in, security and then change the girl out of her PJs and night time nappy.
Until we saw the queue.
We still had plenty of time though, so we waited patiently in line.
As we got closer to the desks (marginally closer), we realised that one of our cabin bags was too big. Bum!
By this point it was 5.20am and still weren’t at the check in desk, but we had plenty of time left, so we waited slightly less patiently but still in line.
All around us, the queues were moving faster. It’s always the way, right?
When people started returning to our check in desk because they hadn’t been checked in correctly, we started to worry though.
We still had plenty of time, didn’t we?
15 more minutes passed and we were still stood at the front of our queue!
At 5.45am, we had to ask a girl on another desk to check us in because the lady who had held us up was struggling to input her password into the system. Computer was well and truly saying no.
Eventually, we got checked in and rushed to the security gate only to find another queue. Supposedly one specifically for families.
Time was ticking and we started to get itchy. Our gate was closing at 6am (in 10 minutes) and we’d now been stood in queues for 1 hour and 20 minutes – seemingly for no apparent reason.
A member of staff ushered us through to queue jump so that we could put all of our belongings through the scanners. Any parent reading this who has traveled by air will appreciate that taking the buggy apart and putting it on the belt alone is a job in itself.
I picked Lady P up to walk her through to find that she was soaked through her clothes. My poor girl!
So having handed my buggy over to the ham-fisted man who wanted to collapse it, I walked through to claim my bag and get some clothes to change her.
The security staff put the buggy through a further time questioning the weight of it – it’s your bog standard Maclaren Quest, so I’m not sure why.
And having finally managed to clear the security, we headed off to the gate. By this point it was after 6am, so was a stressful walk wondering if we were too late…
Lady P didn’t want to sit in her piss soaked buggy (can you blame her?), so I had to carry her, running to the furthest possible gate in the entire airport.
10 minutes later, we got to the gate, dropped the buggy at the plane door, and got on the plane.
Phew, made it.
Obviously given the farce of the whole morning, more and more rushed passengers arrived on the plane – all having been held up by the process.
Aaaaaaanyway, we arrived safely – only a little delayed, collected our baggage and put the buggy up to put a now very tired little girl in it.
As she fell asleep (approximately 20 seconds later), I noticed she was sleeping it an angle.
OH FABULOUS, they broke the sodding buggy.
So I’m not on hold to Halifax to discuss my travel insurance policy… wish me luck.
Have you had any airport nightmares traveling with your families?