313. Travelling with kids (1)

 I had insisted on the biggest car possible. I had lots of kids with me and lots of luggage. There was me too and my luggage and the fact that I needed to be comfortable for the sake of everyone.

'Yes. No problem Ma'am. Big car. Very big car.'

He was smiling broadly. Or was he laughing at me?

That was me totally not reassured. But what could I do? My husband checked the booking and said it was ok. It said a 7-seater on the form. That was big enough. The kids were small. Did he really say that? And why on earth did I not go mad at him? After all he wasn't travelling with us.

'I've travelled with them on my own before. In fact even when I was on the flight I was left on my own with them in the cabin ... while you were sipping Champagne in business.'

I do not think he will ever forgive me for that. I was quite sure he would not. And would that be him seeking revenge? That was very bad of me to think that - he was not that kind of man - but I was freaking out about arriving in the airport with four unruly kids and have to choose between leaving a child or a suitcase behind.

I - for once - read the small print and okayed it. It did say 7-seater after all.