Leave on our trip to Sydney using Chippie as our ‘alarm clock’.
Basically, when he woke up for a feed, we (or rather, I) just stayed up and got everyone else up and we got going.
Kid’s didn’t sleep, despite it being way too early morning.
Didn’t have a coffee to kick us off, however, so was getting desperate about 10 minutes up the road.
Made it to large township where we stopped for petrol, aaaand planned for breakky but kids now asleep. Discover hole in radiator, so whilst Grumpy purchases product to temporarily plug it, I go and purchase coffee … from service station ‘cafe’ at a cost of approximately $782 for two skinny lattes, one with sugar.
Almost didn’t buy them – should have listened to gut. Before I bought it. Gut afterwards certainly made itself known.
Can’t find anywhere to sit and eat, and eventually stop at roadside truck stop, complete with table and benches, where am required to breastfeed Chippie. In about 35 degree heat at 8am.
We drive on, and on. Once we hit out of radio receival range, we resort to the CD’s. Relieve boredom for some minutes by singing Bohemiam Rhapsody very loudly – complete with that head banging bit a la Wayne’s World. Kids suitably horrified. And bored. So we do it all again until they learn to appreciate it.
A game of I Spy ensues, and rapidly falls into the toilet when Godzilla decides that the answer is always “tree” and gets quite upset when it isn’t, and then that every second go is his.
Several attempts to redeem the game are thwarted by me flat out refusing to let anyone play any more.
Bypass the next scheduled, and potential car and human refilling spot, as all three kids fast asleep and totally unwakeable.
Ten minutes on, in the middle of nowhere, and a good hour and a half from the next refuelling station, Chippie awakes and commences inconsolable crying for the next hour, and 5 minutes from arrival at next port.
Stop for lunch in a park (another public feed in stinking hot weather) and off we set again.
Monkey Boy stopped asking “are we there yet?” early last year, and managed the journey until now without it. His latest version … “When are we getting to civilisation?!”
Stop roadside to feed screaming baby, who had, yet again, decided a remote spot well away from anything remotely civilised was a good spot for a feed.
Eventually hit civilisation then the City. Decide to traverse the Sydney Harbour via its famous bridge before heading to the hotel to check in. Chippie asleep.
Until we hit the halfway mark on the bridge and he starts up again. Just for fun.
Work out way back across the Bridge, get onto an un-get-offable freeway/expressway and eventually locate our hotel. Who have neglected to set up the portacott for Chippie that they had said they would.
Where they were going to put it, I had no idea, as there wasn’t room to lie him on the floor sans cot! He then decides that lying on a bed in a hotel room is a great time to learn to roll. His brothers decide that all the pillows in the room are best used for making a mound on one bed, and not used for preventing their baby brother from rolling off the other and getting lost under something.
Ring housekeeping, who send up a 15 year old male (boy) with the portacott, to set it up. Shoves it between a desk and the bed, preventing me from actually being able to leave bed to attend to a baby sleeping in it.
Rearrange room as best as possible, given there is about three inches spare anywhere in the room to put portacott.
Head for dinner and fall into bed …