A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Sydney…
My husband and I travelled to Sydney yesterday, a rare chance to spend a day together, sans kids. We went down to attend Supanova, a pop culture convention that he was keen to attend. In case you are not aware of Supanova (I’ll assume you are not geeks!), it is a chance for die-hard sci-fi, fantasy and anime fans to costume up, mingle and meet their idols. I was not as keen to go but I would never turn down an opportunity to spend some one-on-one time with my husband, so off we went.
In order to get to Supanova we needed to first deposit 3 kids at their Nan & Pa’s. This turned out to be easier than expected – for once there were no tears or tantrums on our departure. As an added bonus, we were offered use of their car for the day (so they could have ours with the kid’s car seats) so we departed on our way in a newer, cleaner car. Too good.
On our way, we discovered that both our mobile phones were nearly out of batteries, so decided to swing by our house to get our rechargers before stopping somewhere for breakfast. It was then that we discovered we didn’t have any keys to get into our house as we had traded them for the newer, cleaner car. After vainly searching for a way into our house without keys, we admitted defeat and instead sat in our own driveway and used our wireless Internet to find a cafe for breakfast.
You would think this wouldn’t be too hard. However, my husband has Coeliac disease which means he can’t have wheat or gluten products so we tried vainly for half an hour, sitting in our driveway, to find a suitable place for breakfast. Again, admitting defeat, we decided to hit the road anyway and take our chances. At this point I did ask my husband whether he really wanted to go to Sydney and if he did, could we go to Ikea instead, but he insisted we push on.
Stopping for petrol, I had trouble with the petrol cap and ended up with petrol on my cardigan (nice aroma, that) but, feeling only a teeny bit frustrated now, decided to push on anyway as we still had no way to get into our house to get clean clothes. But the petrol station did have a compatible in-car charger for my phone so at least we were still contactable in case of a kid-related emergency.
We stopped for a late breakfast half-way along the freeway. It’s not ideal for my husband but he will do McDonald’s hash browns if necessary, but we found another cafe co-located that had bacon and eggs so we did that instead (I, rather generously, offered to eat his share of toast!). After making our order, we sat near the window and discovered there was actually a cafe across the car-park that had gluten-free options…d’oh! At this point, I was wondering whether this whole exercise was going to be worthwhile…
However, the rest of the journey passed uneventfully (except for those nervous moments on the Pacific Hwy through Wahroonga, etc, where the lanes on the road seem to be way too small for normal cars, let alone a 4WD!) We arrived at Sydney Olympic Park only an hour or so later than we intended and set about lining up to get into Supanova.
The line to get in was HUGE. There were oodles of people there, all keen to soak up the super-geeky atmosphere. Don’t believe me? Check out this photo…
You know, even though I am only a geek-in-training (my husband is the master, I am his apprentice, so to speak) i really did enjoy myself. Everyone was happy, there was lots to see and while at times I felt like a sardine tightly squeezed into a can, no-one was rude and everyone seemed willing to wait their turn.
We bought nothing for ourselves (just turned out that way) but we did buy an Angry Birds beanie for Miss 5 and an Avengers superhero poster for Master 7. The experience was more than enough for us!
So we headed homeward. But because we had some time to spare and it was on our way home, I did convince my husband to let me loose in Ikea on the way home – a perfect end to a highly interesting day!
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