Miss 3 & Miss 5 have done the trip to Australia quite a few times
But as they get older it gets less stressful way more fun
They can carry their own little bags on the plane now
Until they get knackered and I’m back to being the pack horse
We booked a car to take us to the airport because my husband has run away from home gone fishing
We couldn’t have got a longer car if we tried
It was sooo tacky
I love tacky!
The first hour of the first (of three) flights was good
And the girls found heaps of stuff to do
Then it got a bit harder
Tiredness set in and the grumpy monster showed up
And that was just me
But five minutes later all was good
And Miss 5 continued to be awesome and amuse herself playing shadow puppets
Until the sun set and she started playing eye-spy
For the next 3 hours!
Which is OK because she can spell now
And we’ve advanced to multi-letter eye-spy now
Miss 5: Eye-spy with my little eye, something beginning with B.S.I.F
Miss: Blue Seat In Front – Duh Mummy!
Then Miss 3 wakes up
Miss 3: Eye-spy with my little eye some beginning with H
It must be pointed out that Miss 3 can neither spell or play eye-spy properly
And the last time we played on the trip from hell to Ohio everything she said started with ‘H’
Haffic Lights, Hop Signs, Hars – you get the point
Me: Something beginning with H? I give up – what is it?
Miss 3: My stinky fart that smells like poop!
Only 17 more hours, 2 flights, 3 airports and one train ride to go
No doubt there’ll be a BIG FAT BLOG once we get to Sydney
After I hand them off to Nanna & Poppy and head to the bar of course!
** and I know it’s technically ‘I’ SPY – but I’m a fan of being a pain in the arse calling it EYE-SPY