Yesterday morning we took my husband to the airport, as he was going away for work again.We arrived early and little man spent some time with his dad in the play area before it was time for W to board his plane.
We walked him to the gate, as it is such a small airport the passengers walk to the plane on the tarmac themselves. F tried to follow W out of the doors and it took a bit of persuasion to keep him with me inside the building. As it’s always been our tradition when daddy flies out we waited at the big windows to see him board the plane and wait for it to take off.
As we were waiting for take off, F decided to inspect the delicious looking food in the cafe display cabinet and was not impressed at all that I would not satisfy his sweet tooth. I was tempted by some sweet looking things myself but decided against it as it was early in the morning still.
So I told him I will wait for him at one of the tables while he keeps browsing and that we will be leaving soon.
While I was waiting for Mr sweet tooth I started looking for my car keys. I checked both pockets of the nappy bag as it’s my usual spot for putting them in. Then I looked inside the bag. My heart stopped. I could not find my keys.
I started rummaging through the bag slightly frantically now. NO KEYS! I ran up to the check in desk yelling “EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME!!” I must have looked pretty funny and stressed because all this running around made sweet tooth stop looking at the food and come running to me.
The lady appeared and asked if she could help me, no doubt wondering what this crazy women was yelling for.
I told her that I could not find my car keys and my husband who was on the plane had them and I now needed them.
She disappeared out the back, trying to,I assume to get hold of the pilot to turn the engines off so I could retrieve my keys form my husband.
Little man thought all this frantic running around and mummy looking stressed was highly entertaining.
I decided to look through the bag one last time, this time I moved all the clothes, shoes, toys, and wet wipes around and there in the further-est darkest corner of my bag I finally found my keys.
I rushed up to the desk, feeling rather embarrassed and yelled out again to the lady, only this time that I found my keys. I faintly heard her reply that she heard us, that we found our keys while I took little man’s hand and made a very speedy exit out of the airport.