I really can’t believe what I’m about to tell you. We’ve just had a lovely holiday in Sardinia, went to the airport to check in for the return flight and walked away with our tickets. It was pure luck then I looked at the boarding passes to see if we had a window seat for my little one that wanted it so much, and that I clocked that three of us, two adults and a child had been completely split up. No I’m not talking one on either side of the aisle, we were sat 10 rows apart. My daughter is four years old for goodness sake, she can’t be expected to sit on her own, and I doubt she would anyway.
And what about the people she’d be sat with, I doubt if they would enjoy the flight either. I find it completely unacceptable and have since heard that it’s a moneymaking scheme by the airlines to make you pay to book your seat. If the adults are split up its no real bother but the airline would surely not take a four-year-old flying on their own, so how can this be seen as okay? I really can’t believe it. How can I be responsible for her if she’s not even within spitting distance of me. It’s not like they didn’t know her age, they saw her passport, they saw her asleep in the buggy, they even put a luggage tag on the pushchair. You can’t honestly begin to understand what that would do to a parent and what it did to me when I don’t like flying anyway. And what if some thing happened in midair? Would I have to rely on a complete stranger to take her to the toilet, to fire her iPad up to watch Zootropolis and to do colouring in with her?
As it was, I marched straight back to the desk and had stern words, making sure she was at least sat with me. It’s complete madness and I’m getting more cross as I write this. Come on airlines sort it out.
Do you remember when you first had to do your signature? I think I had to sign for a bank account when I was about 10 and I’ve had to do the same sign ever since.
My daughter is four years old and starts school in September. We’ve had the forms through from the school about who’s going to pick her up what school uniform to get and what will be on the lunchtime menu. Also in the pack was a form about the moral values that everyone must follow. It’s to be signed by the headteacher, the form teacher, a parent and the child. SHE’S FOUR YEARS OLD!!!! If she draws a picture of what she says is a horse I think it’s fireworks!
I’m off to my little ones school induction tonight and I’m nervous as hell. Would it be ok to take her or does that flag up that I’m “one of those ” yknow single mothers? Do I look stupid asking what time school starts and finishes? Shouldn’t I just know that information?
What happens if they don’t have garlic bread on the menu every day? I swear that kid lives on the stuff! And I’m imagining her crying her heart out when she realises they don’t do jam sandwiches either.
And will I burst into tears in anticipation like I did in my ante-natal class?
Stop the celebrations take the bunting down, we ain’t partying anymore, she’s been getting back into my bed every night. After just three nights in her own bed (for the first time in two years) I’m back to having a four-year-old climb into mummies double bed. When she first slept on her own I heaped praise on her, told her what a big girl I thought she was, how proud she made me, she told everyone that would listen that she stayed in her own bed.
She got a prize toy when we went to the supermarket to say well done, I even went and got her a single bed hoping that she stay in it. We went to the shop so that she could choose her own bedding with a choice of Paw patrol, my Little pony and Disney princesses we now have a bed that looks like Rapunzel is thrown up over it.
But it still won’t make her sleep in there! We had chats with the moon because apparently it’s the moon that puts her into my room, it’s not Lois walking around 2 AM wanting to be cosy in with me. We even ring nanny every evening so that she can have a chat with the moon to say leave Lois in her bed. That pesky moon he’s got a lot to answer for.
Festivals, such brilliant fun but they can be such hard work. Last weekend we went to ‘Common people’ in Southampton, an amazing festival with some brilliant acts on, not that I got to see any of them because I had my four-year-old with me and we all know that that means they need entertaining and I fall down the priority list.Did she want to go on the inflatables for free? Did she want to go and see the circus acts for free? Did she want to have a go at tightrope walking for free? Nope
Instead we spent a fortune in the first half an hour. Facepainting with glitter 5 pounds, the helter-skelter 4 pounds, an ice cream 3 pounds and a pizza for a tenner. And you know what she did after all of that, yeah she played with the three toys that we taken with us from home. She couldn’t of given a monkeys about fat man scoop being on.
Shout it from the rooftops this is bigger than Coronation Day in Frozen Arundelle! Hang out the bunting, get a brass band to play at the party and let’s do a conga! I’ve only gone and got myself a big girl that stays in her bed all night! I feel like a different woman!
For two years now my daughter has got out of her own bed, snuck into my bedroom and got in the other side of where I’m sleeping. Last night she didn’t, last night she went all the way through. So of course when I woke up at 4 AM I had to go and check on her to make sure that she was okay. It feels like a totally different era already.
Let’s see how long it lasts, how long it takes before she remembers the comfortable warm slumber she gets beside me and I get a 4 year olds toe up my nose whilst catching zeds. Keep your fingers crossed for me.