Tuesday 23 December 2014

Bubblers are not urinals.

It has been a year since our last trip to "Australia", which of course is just the mainland to you and I. But apparently to Oshawott, we live in some kind of exotic other country called Tasmania. I guess he's not too far from the truth, at least to many Taswegians, because that is how many feel.

A year is no big deal right? Well it is when the year before, we jet setted off to Broken Hill every holidays. 

So after a year,  excitement had reached an all time high, resulting in several children unable to sleep on the eve of a 4.30am wake up.  Unfortunately for me, one of which being the baby. So even though I had so many last minute things to do, I was sitting on the lounge holding an unsettled baby.  

Somehow things got done, although there was not much sleep for me, but hey! What's new with that! 

We made it to the secure car parking place with a few minutes to spare. And then had to wait as a childless couple rocked up late and had to load their luggage.  There may have been a quiet snide remark on my part.

Checking in 7 people isn't as lightning fast as you'd think. Seriously hah.  We then navigated security without too much hiccup and made it to the gate to board immediately. 

Melbourne airport brings waiting, boost juice, waiting, Krispy Kremes and a 4 year old who mistakes a water bubbler for a urinal. For real.  Luckily, yet also mortifyingly, I caught this case of mistaken identity before any damage could be done, or criminal charges laid.  Apart from my sanity of course, but we all know that's questionable already. 

Mildura airport saw a toilet emergency of another kind, slightly more serious and incredibly less funny at the time.  Unfortunately oldest son was bringing a Tasmanian gift of Gastro to the mainland.   One pair of undies down, and a scrubbing of the only pair of trackies we had access too (typically our bags had been checked through for us), and we could begin our 3 hour stint at the airport.

Baby, seeing all of the fun mummy was having with these incidents, thought he'd offer his own contribution.  Whilst talking to security I felt a warm moist sensation spreading across my stomach.  Oh good, your nappy leaked.  It was lucky we had started the day in Tasmania, and early, we could remove the wet layers and not be freezing. 

We arrived in Broken Hill at 3.10, it had been a long day! 

Today I link up with Essentially Jess for IBOT (I blog on Tuesdays). 

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