How has
this happened?
Now, I hadn’t expected that I’d be swanning through the airport pulling
a full Louis Vuitton luggage set on our first family holiday as a four. But
seriously. We are one step removed from pushing our worldly belongings along in
a Morrisons shopping trolley.
It’s
just impossible to travel light with children, I get it. But this is made all
the more apparent when you have to weigh your bags.
We had
gone over to Ireland for a few days to visit some old friends and had, initially,
just paid for the flights with carry on cases.
But whilst
packing prior to the trip, I realised I was living circa 2010 when, pre-children,
all I would need to go abroad for a mini break was a pair of heels, a couple of
pairs of pants, some dry shampoo, a toothbrush and a tube of industrial strength
concealer.
I think
I need an inbuilt alarm that goes off whenever I try and plan something that shouts,
‘DON’T FORGET YOU HAVE TWO CHILDREN NOW. EVERYTHING TAKES YONKS AND INVOLVES
VAST AMOUNTS OF PARAPHERNALIA.’
As I tried, in vain, to squeeze a week’s worth
of clothes for four people into three titchy cases, I realised I needed to pay
for another bag. Fifteen kilograms is a huge amount of weight if you think of
it in terms of body fat, but it’s nothing if made up entirely of pants, socks
and nappies.
And
having filled one extra bag with alarming ease, I paid for another bag. By the
time I’d confirmed my card details with Ryanair for the third time, the bags
were costing pretty much as much as the flights.
As we
boarded the plane we pushed our way down the aisle, Ben with three suitcases
and a toddler under his arm, me with a rucksack strapped to my back and a baby
strapped to my front, and wedged ourselves into our seats.
But getting
onto the plane was a cinch compared to getting off it.
We’d liberally
distributed our stuff in the overhead compartments and had to wait until
literally everyone was off the plane to retrieve it.
Which
would have been fine if we’d got a move on.
But
doing anything quickly is virtually impossible with a baby and a two-year-old,
so by the time we reached the door of the plane, the staff were about to take
the steps away.
We’d
taken so long that we’d missed the shuttle bus. The passport control officer closed
his booth and had to be brought back to let us through.
The
airport was completely empty. At the baggage reclaim our belongings were going
round and round on the conveyor belt.
It felt
like it had taken us as long to disembark the plane and retrieve our luggage as
the length of the time we were in the air.
But we
can tick that one off the list now. Our first flight as a family. Done.
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