I took my wee boy down to that London at the weekend. Getting ready to leave my mum’s on Monday morning, she took him out for a walk so I could pack. Finished packing with loads of time to spare before my Dad arrived to give me a lift to airport at 8:30 so went out to meet my mum and baby for a goodbye coffee.
En route to Costa I remembered - my passport is on the hallway dresser, must remember to pick that up. Get back at 8:20…and it’s not there. Turned the entire house upside down for fucking ages until we find it UNDER THE SOFA WTF??? THEN I realise it’s 9am and my Dad isn’t here yet and isn’t answering his phone, presumably he’s forgotten the clocks have gone back AAAHHHH
(It worked out fine but this should not factor in to your answer)
- Your family are subhuman scum - it’s stressful enough travelling alone with a baby as it is!
- It’s partly your fault, you should’ve known things always go walkies in that house
- Take a chill pill mate
- Can’t believe your Dad’s safety was so low on your list of concerns