|Worst week ever?
||[Jun. 8th, 2010|09:46 am]
Well, here I sit updating from my own home in Florida. Nope, not it California. Not even a little bit. |
My friend took my to airport yesterday. I got there well over an hour early. I had a car seat, a huge suitcase, a carry on bag, my purse, and Brennen on my back in the beco. My friend helped me into line, but she had her two year with her, so I told her I'd be fine and she could go home. After standing in that line shuffling all my things along they announce that they need everyone to move to another line. So I had to leave half of my stuff there, move to the other line, then go back and get the rest of my stuff. Not to mention that it was SO HOT in this airport. I pretty lost my spot and ended up toward the end of the line. Oh well, I was almost done right.
I get checked in finally and realize that I've been in like for almost an hour (they only had one person at the counter). So I only have 20 minutes to get through security, ride the tram to my gate, and get on the plane. GREAT! The elderly TSA woman was seriously going as slow as possible. She was talking to all the kids in front of me. "How was Disney World?" "Did you meet Goofy? He's my favorite!". I never do this, but I just blurted out, "Ma'am! I'm going to miss my flight!" She looked at my i.d. and boarding pass and then I had to go through security. They decided that I needed to be randomly searched. This meant I had to take Brennen out of the beco. I shove all my stuff on to the conveyor belt, practically drop Brennen on the floor, and trying to let them wave the wand over me while Brennen is running away. All the while, thinking I'm going to miss my flight. I FINALLY get through. Hop on the tram with 8 minutes to spare. YAY! I'm GOING TO MAKE IT! Then I realize.... SHIT! I left my beco back at security.
I can't go to California for a month without a stroller or a baby carrier. This just can't happen. Nor can I lose this thing. It wasn't cheap. So I get to my gate and explain the situation and ask if there is any way someone can run it over to me. The guy just kind of laughed. No, no one can bring it to me, but that's ok. The plane is broken down and I have plenty of time to go back and get.
At this point I am covered in sweat. I swear they aren't using the A/C at the aiport today and I have been running around with a 35lb. hot toddler on my back. So I go back to get my carrier. I grab a bottle of water and then try to recover. Then I hear the announcement that my flight will not be leaving until 10:30p.m.
This means I will miss my connect from Dallas to San Diego. I wait in another line, with a very impatient Brennen, for about 30 minutes only to get to the counter and have the woman tell me she'll be right back. 15 minutes go by and she finally arrives. I swear she smelled like cigarette smoke. There were 30 very unhappy people behind me. During this wait Brennen pooped, but I couldn't love my spot in line, so my poor baby just had to hang out in a poopy diaper and everyone had to smell it. She tells me that we'll get into Dallas around12:30a.m. and they will shuttle us all to a hotel. Then the shuttle will pick us up at 6:30 to catch a 7:45a.m. flight to San Diego. My heart just sunk. I did not want to be at the aiport until 10:30 p.m., nor did I want to stay in a hotel for a few hours by myself with Brennen. He was already exhausted as it was and this would be torture for both of us. I told her this was going to work. Can I get on another flight tomorrow? Possibly, but I had to go wait in another line to find out!! I just wanted to cry at this point.
Finally... I get booked on another flight. Call Josh to come pick us up, but it'll take him an hour to get to the airport. American gave us $30 worth of meal vouchers so I took Brennen to Chili's while we were waiting and I felt so bad for him that I let him have french fries for dinner. I am the queen of vegetables, so he was thrilled. Josh comes to pick us up around 8:30p.m., we get home around 10p.m. and now we're up and getting ready to do it all over again!
If today doesn't go well I might never fly again.