I just spent 7 hours in the airport. I am back at home. That's right, 7 hours, no luggage, and haven't moved an INCH. I usually console myself that these flights by myself are, I figure, just one miserable day out of my life. Not so this time. Due to mostly one gate attendant's mistakes I have to get up and do it all again tomorrow. I already exhausted most of my airport entertainment and all the special treats I'd bought for the kids. The baby was a fussy mess and only slept 20 minutes during that whole time, and my back is already worn out from holding him all those hours. My great plan to keep the kids up from their naps so they'd sleep on the plane really backfired when we, well, never made it on the plane. Made those long miserable hours waiting in the airport even more miserable. And some angry woman turned around and shushed me - for a crying baby. Seriously?
Cash and I were both in tears by the end of the day.
May the airport odds be ever in my favor tomorrow.