The fam is heading down to Queenstown for a few days for Ky’s work offsite. It should be a full on week, but one which we’ll no doubt enjoy. Mum is flying over from Sydney to provide reinforcements, which should make the trip that much easier.
Due to Ky’s schedule, we’re on different flights, and I’m on single dad duty. Honestly, I don’t know whether this is a credit to Air New Zealand or the goodness of people, but it’s the closest I have ever felt to being a celebrity.
Right from checkin, once they see a single dad with bub, it’s straight to the front of the plane with a spare seat next to you. It’s people letting you breeze ahead during security. It’s the cabin staff asking you every 15 minutes if there is anything they can do to help.
Occi is completely passed out as I write this, and I wouldn’t count this trip in my top 10 most stressful, despite fearing the worst. It’s not over yet – the descent is always the hardest bit – but so far so good.
My only hope is that when Ky invariably has to fly, she gets the same excellent treatment. Standards for mum’s can be so much harsher.
