We hadn't gone more than a hundred yards down the road when they started bickering. We had called into the garage to fill up with petrol and they were arguing over headphones. It continued for the next three hours at varying degrees until we reached the hotel at the airport.
At that point Big dude crashed, exhausted from the exertion of sitting in the back seat while little dude created mayhem in the hotel, exploring. He was that kid that normally makes yours look like an angel, and no we hadn't force fed him Skittles and Red Bull. He was able to do this on a normal intake of food.
At this point we would have happily swapped him for any other child in a 5 mile radius.
Unfortunately we had arranged to go over to the in laws and out for dinner to a very nice pub/restaurant. With an audience of cousins to play to he excelled himself, resulting in being manhandled rapidly into the car and escorted in silence back to the hotel. At least missing pudding saved on a few pounds on the waistline as well as the purse.
Back in the confines of the hotel things calmed down and we tried to settle into bed ready for the long flight the next morning. Hahahaha it was Travelodge at the airport remember, meaning that people were checking in and out at all hours of the night, and the security door to the corridor was right outside our room. I still don't understand how people can even consider having a conversation in a hotel corridor at 3 am knowing full well that everyone can hear them.
Big dude, being pretty much nocturnal these days had texts coming in throughout the night from his mates, and it was go flipping hot in the room that I had to open the window which you'd be forgiven for thinking looked out over the main runway!
If I slept at all it was for a few minutes at a time. At around 5.30 we gave up and made a coffee. Sleep would have to wait until a more convenient time. Departure day had arrived and we were all ready to set off to the sunshine state.
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