I think I can safely say that Tuesday would have to have been one of the longest days of my life. As I've mentioned previously I was a little anxious about the two flights with Carter, as I seriously didn't know what to expect and how he would react on the plane. I packed his backpack to breaking point with books, snacks, drinks, dummies, nappies, panadol, his blanket and pillow and pencils and paper. Surely I had covered everything?
At the airport I started feeling a little concerned when the first flight was delayed. I knew I initially had a comfortable 20 minutes to get to my next flight when we landed in Melbourne, but slowly, bit by bit that time was being eaten away until I realised I had a whole 5 minutes to get to my next flight.
I ran from one end of the airport to the other, carrying a full backpack, laptop bag and my handbag with the Little Lion in a rugby style hold. I can't remember the last time I was so stressed. I finally got to the gate as the boarding sign was flashing with my heart pumping, sweat pouring off me, gasping for breath and close to tears. Classy.
That flight from Melbourne to Perth felt like an eternity. Carter ate his lunch, then settled in for a nap which unfortunately lasted a whole 25 minutes. Just enough time for me to scoff down my own lunch. The rest of the time was spent trying to keep him occupied and entertained, and by the end of it I felt slightly frazzled and completely exhausted. I tell you what though, those little Mr Men pouches with the pencils and colouring books they give kids were gold. The crew thought he was so adorable that he scored two.
I should say that he was a really good little boy and dealt with the two flights the best he could but damn it would have been so much easier to have someone to tag team with. We found Grandma (or 'mamar' as he calls her) as soon as we entered the terminal, and for the first time since 9am that morning I could relax. We were here. And you know what the funny thing is? I don't live here, but it felt like we were home.