DAHLQVIST FAMILY ON THE MOVE
We decide that we’re going to leave the house at 3 am to get to Gothenburg Airport. So, in my mind (since I successfully managed to pack in the end) I’ll get up at about 2.30, get dressed and leave the house. (I only managed to go to bed at 1.30.)
But- at 1.55, daddy Ulf thinks that it’s time to start stressing. No one knows over what. But apparently we’re in a rush. The stress culminates in mum not finding her favourite socks, so we all have to raid the house (since she refuses to take another pair) while daddy Ulf is having a stress attack in the car about how late we are in our schedule. (9 minutes.) I explain that the way that he’s planning the whole thing, we’re going to be at the airport AT LEAST 2,5 hours before our flight. Which really isn’t necessary. Dad still drives in 130 km per hr. And we end up at the airport 2 hours and 45 minutes before our flight. However we use this time wisely: dad spills coffee all over himself, Olle refuses to leave the car because he’s hungry, dad successfully picks the parking area which is the absolute furthest from the terminal, Emma takes pictures of dad when he’s pissed off and laughs at him, and mum starts worrying since she can only find two copies of the tickets and not the other 2 back- up ones.
When Emma and I go to check the monitors for check- in we realize that we still don’t know where in Italy we’re actually going (which people around us find rather amusing). After checking the ticket, mum knows where it is. Dad then rushes us through check- in, security and the shop area and forces us to go to the gate 70 minutes before boarding (me of course being most angry since he ruins all my chances of tax- free shopping). After having tried to calm him down since 2 am without success I’ve decided to just push through the pain.
