You get to the airport barely before the recommended two hours and head to the check-in desk. You tried to plan ahead and checked in online, but there are bags involved.
Bags tossed onto the magic belt, you head toward security. On the way there, your child finds two pieces of chewed gum under a trash-can lid, touches the floor approximately 97 times, grabs a stranger’s pant let thinking it’s you and then howls in – what? fear? rage? At this point you don’t know and are quickly reaching the don’t care point.
Lugging the carry-on and a child(ren), you head toward the security line, where you wait. And wait. And wait for someone to take embarrassing pictures of you and single you out for extra touching. While in line, your child wiggles along on the floor, sometimes singing, sometimes crying. The snotty nose makes an appearance. A strange smell starts to waft around the line, and you make knowing motions toward the elderly person with the walker ahead of you to try and deflect suspicion. You know it is your child, but you can’t exactly leave the line to take care of the problem. And everyone is staring at you with great hope that you will not be on their flight.
Welcome to flying with children. You’ve now completed the easy part.
Anyone with kids is well acquainted with the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days that accompany life as a parent.
It’s not that there aren’t nasty days when you don’t have kids, it’s just that when the nasty days show up post-kid you have to factor them in to your reactions. This single fact is probably why those of us with a few mosquitos in tow don’t take off to recharge when those hideous days rear their inevitable heads.
No, you don’t have to make your kids watch Zulu, although it’s a good movie that stands up to the test of time and gives a real feel of a part of South Africa’s history.
Travel is always a lot more interesting when you are ready with what you want to see and the history behind it, and if you’re planning a trip to Cape Town any time soon, you might want to look at a few of these things…
When we first started traveling it seemed a bit of a miserable experience. Not the actual experience, mind you, just the getting there and leaving part. In fact, getting there and leaving was such a horrid experience that we avoided some trips all together.
We traveled to London, England with two children under the age of ten and a preteen. It went off marvelously. There were several hitches, because travel and also because children. Also, because airline schedule.
London was the first overseas destination for our children – we wanted to start them off easily. They spoke the language, the food was familiar, and I’ll admit it – Harry Potter.