Sometimes your children can cause you stress without meaning to.

Tonight my youngest is on a flight from Melbourne to be here for here brother’s wedding this weekend.

For a while it seemed that she might miss the flight as she made a detour on the way to the skybus (Melbourne’s CBD to airport shuttle bus) to pick up cupcakes to bring with her for her friends.

Then the Skybus sat at the bus terminal for a ges.

Frantic calls to the airline confirmed that, unlike it’s usual pattern, the flight was likely to leave on time.

More calls to daughter who was on the skybus somewhere on the highway. With 15 minutes to take off she was still on the bus. Flash to Mother having palpitations and madly checking if there was room on the next flight in case she missed her plane.

Then calls to mobile went to voicemail. Was she on the plane? Was she sitting in the airport in tears? No way to check.

Then- a thought? Call the airline to see if they could confirm that she made it onto the flight. ‘You need her reservation number, madam”.

Now what? Another thought- log on to her email account and check for the itinerary. Success!!!

“Yes madam, she is on the flight.” Yeah. call to older daughter who is picking her up from the airport to confirm that she made it on the flight.

Pulse now slowing. Revitalised by a cup of strong, hot tea. Blood pressure returning to normal.

The moral of the story is… they sell cupcakes in Sydney too.