Trip from hell...

Poor Princey. He's been having a rough go with traveling by plane lately. On his trip to Denver he had to fly to Memphis for a fuel stop because they couldn't put enough fuel on the plane to make it to Atlanta.

Supahmommy's husband explained the reason they couldn't put a full tank of gas on the plane to me (something to do with heat/altitude/makes the plane too heavy to lift off), but all I heard was "Blah, blah, heat, blah, blah, blah, blah, get home real late, blah, blah..."

When he got to Memphis, they were delayed on leaving due to bad weather in Atlanta. As his plane touched down in Atlanta, the last plane from home was taking off. Literally. They probably passed on the runway. I watched the whole thing unfold online.

Poor Princey. Imagine my 6'4" man sprawled out on those chairs in the airport trying to sleep.... By the time he finished waiting in line for the not so helpful phones and rebooked his flight, it was nearly 2 am. Guess what time the cleaning crew starts up in an airport? Yep. And then all the passengers for the early morning flights begin arriving very shortly after that. Grumpy Prince.....

Yesterday, the Prince got up early and headed out for the airport again. He got to the airport and after waiting until departure time, found out that his flight to Philly had been canceled. He was rebooked on one for early evening. Lovely. Soooo glad he got up so early and drove to the airport and wasted time sitting and waiting just to find out it was all for nothing. Princess would NOT be happy if SHE had to get up early. It would've gotten ugly. When they finally did leave, they spent over an hour on the tarmac waiting for departure. Again, imagine 6'4" of crumpled up legs in an airplane. It's not pretty.

Please...for the love of God....if you see a tall man take the seat behind you....do NOT recline your seat back! It's just plain rude. And you are liable to get injured when his knee punctures your spinal chord.



We are scheduled to leave next week for a trip to Texas for his high school reunion. I am strongly considering changing my flight. He's a bad luck charm for flying.

All this reminded me of our WORST FLIGHT EVER!

My oldest son was a baby. We had been in Texas for Christmas. My poor baby had a bad case of the Rotavirus. If you have ever had a baby with rotavirus, you know that it is the runniest, smelliest, nastiest, vilest stomach virus EVER! Poor thing was blowing through outfits left and right. I packed tons of extra diapers and 7 outfits in my carry on bag....because a good mother is very well prepared.

Unfortunately, I had to break out an outfit before we even made it to the airport. I was smart enough to pack some trash bags to seal up the smelly clothes if I needed. I put the bag with the soiled items in my suitcase before we checked in.

Security was fierce since this was December 2001....after the 911 attacks. The National Guard was checking luggage by hand. The nice young lady checking my bags reached for the trash bag and started to undo the knot. I stopped her and said, "You are more than welcome to open that bag if you need to. However, I am warning you that it contains my son's clothes that have been soiled due to rotavirus and it is quite possibly a stench that you will never be able to erase from your memory." She hesitated as she pondered the correct course of action. She decided to squeeze the bag and feel for nuclear weapons or other dangerous contraband instead of opening it and releasing "the nasty." Smart woman.

We continued on our way and began the trip from hell. Let me spare you all the gory details and skip to the end. By the time we got off the plane in our hometown, my baby was wearing the last diaper I packed and was wrapped up in an airplane blanket. I felt like such a redneck running around with my baby dressed in only a diaper with no shoes. If we had been at Walmart, we probably wouldn't have gotten a second look. But in the airport........lots of stares.

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