We're back (again.) We had a wonderful trip and a Thanksgiving meal that is still somehow making me feel full days later. I took tons of pictures, and I will upload them this weekend. But, it somehow seems irresponsible to do it now, when the entire house is in shambles [see also: basement flood, two trips in two weeks, toddler].
I originally was scheduled for a horrible return flight yesterday with TWO layovers (keep in mind the two cities are only 10 driving hours apart) and 8 hours of air travel. [Thank you, frequent flier miles for being oh-so-helpful-and-cooperative.] It was a long story, but I found a better flight on the Internet using the same number of miles, but the airline (let's just say it starts with "D" and ends with "elta") wouldn't switch my tickets unless I wanted to pay a $150 fee. I'd already paid a stupid big fee to even cash in those dumb miles. I was irate.
But, John got on the phone, asked for their manager and convinced them to switch the tickets for free (My hero!) He told them it would be good customer service and everyone would be thankful that there wasn't an overtired toddler on board, including the passengers and flight attendants. SO TRUE! He said he did it because he didn't want to have to hear me after flying solo with toddler for all those ridiculous and unneccessary layovers! It was like they were trying to fly me to Fairbanks or something!
So, our flights were pretty good. Becca does fine on the actual flying portion, but struggles with the airports. She just wants to get down and drag her rolling Elmo backpack very slowly and zig-zaggy through the most crowded places, occasionally leaving it in the middle of the concourse and running off sideways to see something else, or sometimes just sitting down herself amidst all the crazy, hurrying travellers. And, she screams when I try to harness her in the stroller.
Overall I was feeling pretty good about how the trip went. Until (duh duh DUMMMMMMM) the long-term parking bus. I had an umbrella stroller with a sleeping child, an adult backpack, an Elmo backpack, a camera bag, a rolling suitcase and a giant carseat bag with a 15 pound car seat in it. And, I swear to you, I packed as lightly as possible...only one pair of shoes for me for the whole week! It took three trips from the curb to the bus to get everything on. No one moved. No one offered to help. Everybody glared. I hate them. Happy Thanksgiving you bastards.
When we arrived at our bus stop, I took Becca off the bus first, in her stroller, and put her up on the curb where she started wailing. I got back on the bus to try to get the luggage--again with NO helpful people-- when the bus doors closed and the bus started to drive off. (!) Now, guess what I did:
A) Sat down, pulled out a magazine and rode around the airport loop in peace;
B) Punched a hole in the bus window and jumped out, looking like Angelina Jolie; or
C) Screamed at the top of my lungs, "STOP THE BUS!"Started crying and vowed never to travel again.
While you ponder that, I am going to try to reassemble our house and figure out what I'm doing!
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