The sound of half the plane gasping at me like i was some horrific mother was enough to make anyone want to curl up into a ball and want to roll away forever. Taking a 16 month old by yourself on a plane is not only difficult but one very stupid thing to do.
Every time i think my stress levels could not get any higher my daughter proves me wrong. While flying home to visit my parents recently we had a little accident while the plane was landing. The 2 hour flight was already enough to make me want to cry why wouldn't she try and push it that little bit further and see what she could achieve.
While i was sitting next to another mother with her 10 month old pretty little angel sitting on her lap like she was ever so perfect, i was trying to control my ever not so gracious daughter as she lashed around throwing her head back and screeching like a cat fight down an ally. Over the loud speaker the signal sound to please put your seat belts on as we are preparing for landing. My ever so elegant daughter undoes her seat belt, throws herself forward and lands with a thud smacking her head against the chair across the isle.
In-between the gasps from half the plane and the screams of pain i casually pick up monster, dust her off and try to convince her to stop crying. Meanwhile im holding back tears and the urge to curse everyone on the plane and blame them for my daughters accident. It's not like anyone else in the world hasn't had their child fall off a bed, out a cot, out a pram or some other form of accident. My daughter just does her's in style and class and likes to make it a huge scene so her mother nearly has child services after her.
For about 4 days after that she proudly got to wear a nice black eye and bump on her forehead, im just fortunate she can't talk yet to tell people how she got the ever so impressive bruise.
The moral of this story is... If your going to take a holiday... take it without your kids!
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