So we are back on Canadian soil. The flight was a breeze, Mark slept all the way through from Nantes to Ottawa and we landed feeling refreshed. All we had to do once home was to grab one of the gourmet meals I always keep in the fridge for such occasions and go to bed.
Nah, just kidding.
Flying with a baby is a bit like being in labour. It’s painful, you feel it’s never going to end, the minutes tick by slowly and hours drag on but once you finally make it you forget how tough it was. Whatever happens in the plane stays in the plane, anyway.
Mark slept for about an hour in total and it was a long flight. First, we took the bus to Nantes Atlantique airport and then flew to Amsterdam. The Amsterdam-Montreal flight was packed and a lot of kids were on-board—it felt like a baby and toddler revolution was in progress at times, as the bored and tired children were running along the aisles, screaming and protesting.
Feng and I were exhausted and just wanted to sleep or at least relax but Mark wouldn’t stop moving constantly, so we took turns holding him, feeding him and changing him (do you join some kind of special Mile High Club when you change a poopy diaper on board an aircraft somewhere above the Atlantic Ocean?).
Finally, we arrived in Montreal seven hours later, where we had to wait for the strollers to be unloaded from the plane. Immigration, customs, a quick visit to the bathroom and we boarded the bus to Ottawa where Mark finally fell asleep—and so did we.
The monster—ahem, my lovely and loving son—doesn’t give a shit about the fact we have to unpack, take showers, fill the fridge and all. And yes, the fridge was empty, unless you consider a very old jar of dulce de leche gourmet food (mind you, it had been gourmet food at one point but this jar is way past the expiry date). For him, it’s business as usual, which includes parental attention.
Eventually, Mark went to bed and we started doing loads and loads of laundry as well as other chores—opening the mail, unpacking, answering emails from clients, etc.
Funny, the world didn’t stop turning when we were away—how rude.
Getting back into a routine is tough because we didn’t have much of a routine to start with. I left for France exhausted and at my wits’ end and guess what—I didn’t come up with a great plan or a miracle solution while I was away.
Mark is now crawling, destroying things as soon as he touches them and he is sleeping less and less. And I have yet to find both the mute and pause buttons on that kid. We are exhausted but he is not.
We had a great trip though, and we needed that break from Ottawa. I often say that the National Capital is a great place to live in but that you have to leave it once in a while to see the “real” world and step outside your comfort zone. Otherwise, you may turn into one of these people who write to the Ottawa Sun to complain about the fact that geese poop in your backyard or some other major local issue.
We are back. I have no idea how the rest of the summer will turn out to be and I still don’t have a plan.
But hey, who cares? Life is more fun without the user guide!
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Ah, I think we have the same style when it comes to packing/unpacking. I know some people who really take time to unpack; me on the other hand, the moment I arrive, my bags get unpacked within the next hour, and laundry is done soon afterward.
I guess everyone I know took their vacation in July. I on the other hand has been here in Berlin for the whole month, and won’t be on vacation until a little over a week from now.
Yep, I’d rather be efficient and get back into the routine asap. Plus I don’t have that much clothes, I need mine!
Welcome back!! I hope that you manage to catch up on your sleep and Mark learns to respect your need for sleep 😉
Can you tell him directly, oh voice of reason? 😆
Ummm…I could try? I am fairly certain that I am terrible baby whisperer though!!
Never say never! 😉
Welcome back 🙂
Merci!
Welcome back!
In the words of my husband: “traveling with kids it’s like extracting teeth… It’s painful!” (but then, you recover and forget all about it) 😉
Your husband is a wise man! 😆
Welcome home. I remember traveling with children (We had 4!)
Wow… that must haven taken some planning!
Haha complaining about goose poop. So Canadian. I go to school at UWaterloo and they actually have a goose watch every year to tell us where they nest and stuff… geese can attack quite viciously if you get too close to a nest!
Really? That’s so… Canadian! 😆
Welcome back!
I know it’s a pain travelling with a toddler, but years from now, you will look back and know it was such an awesome experience 🙂
I think it was pretty cool, to be honest 🙂
Seriously, I am also planning to shift to Canada soon and that too from India. It’s a long journey and I have a toddler too. Hope I get peaces when I travel, I am worried about this even before it’s actually going to happen. Such are the toddlers. When they sleep, we feel like waking them up and and when they are awake, we feel when will they go to bed? huh! they are great 🙂
This is exactly that! I’m always worry Mark sleeps too much and won’t sleep later, but yet I need him to sleep!
Don’t forget that toddlers are curious and if it is his/her first time flying, you can have some peace by showing him the “perks” (video system, meal time, etc.)