Flying Solo with 2 Kids under 4 years old
Well, thank GOD to the person who invented the Portable DVD player, and that, thankfully, the terriorists have not screwed us...they're still allowed. Water? No. Electronics? Yup.
Here's the Reader's Digest version of our flight experience.
1. Arrive to LAX in record time.
2. Curbside check our luggage, and get away with more poundage than allowed because the nice man felt bad that I was travleing alone with children.
3. Find out our flight is delayed by almost 2 hours, and that we'll miss our connection in Atlanta, thus putting us into Huntsville much later than anticipated.
4. Entertain 2 kids for 4 hours in LAX.
5. Board the plane. NOT FIRST, mind you. I was in the last boarding group. Pre-boarding does not exist on Delta. Nice.
6. Plane takes off. Set Emma up with DVD. Try to calm Theo. He sleeps for maybe 20 minutes, then starts crying.
7. Crying lasts the entire flight to Atlanta except when I passed him off to the drunk lady sitting in the aisle across from us so I could take Emma to the restroom.
8. Get puked on by Theo.
9. Land in Atlanta.
10. RUN to the train to take us to the terminal from which our flight was departing. Nice flight attendent called ahead and confirmed, "Yes! They're holding the plane! Run!"
11. Get off the train and run to the gate. Oh, yes, it was the LAST gate in the terminal!
12. Realize how out of shape I am.
13. Get to the gate, only to see that there was a GATE CHANGE!
14. Swear under my breath. Cursing Delta and Atlanta.
15. Run to the OTHER end of the terminal to the "new" gate.
16. Find the plan has departed.
17. Get back on the train taking us back to our original terminal.
18. Find the gates for the next available flight.
19. Book us on the next flight.
20. Find that all flights to Huntsville are delayed due to "maintenence trouble". (FYI-they tell you this so that they don't have to book you on another airline)
21. Run to the other end of the terminal, as that's the only restroom and my 3 year old informed me that, "The Pee Pee is coming!"
22. Get back to the gate. Still delayed. Search for dinner.
23. Feed the kids.
24. Sit for 4 hours until the flight finally departs.
25. Land in Huntsville around 11:50p.m..
26. Go to baggage claim to find only to find the kid's bag didn't make it.
27. Call my Dad who's picking us up, ony to find he's still at home because Delta told him the flight I was on was cancelled, so he thought I was still in Atlanta.
28. Go to the baggage department to give them my info.
29. Wait for Dad.
30. Theo has a blow out poo, thus messing his ONLY OUTFIT!
31. Arrive home.
The next day...
So we were to be the first delivery. They called for directions at 2:30pm. We got the suitcase at 10:30p.m. I went out and bought some clothes for the kids, but was told by Delta that they probably will not reimburse me, but I can try.
The stay in Huntsville was so great. It was soothing being "home". I got to re-connect with friends whom I haven't seen in years. The kids loved it, and so did I.
The trip back was uneventful.
It is good to be back home with Tim!
Here's the Reader's Digest version of our flight experience.
1. Arrive to LAX in record time.
2. Curbside check our luggage, and get away with more poundage than allowed because the nice man felt bad that I was travleing alone with children.
3. Find out our flight is delayed by almost 2 hours, and that we'll miss our connection in Atlanta, thus putting us into Huntsville much later than anticipated.
4. Entertain 2 kids for 4 hours in LAX.
5. Board the plane. NOT FIRST, mind you. I was in the last boarding group. Pre-boarding does not exist on Delta. Nice.
6. Plane takes off. Set Emma up with DVD. Try to calm Theo. He sleeps for maybe 20 minutes, then starts crying.
7. Crying lasts the entire flight to Atlanta except when I passed him off to the drunk lady sitting in the aisle across from us so I could take Emma to the restroom.
8. Get puked on by Theo.
9. Land in Atlanta.
10. RUN to the train to take us to the terminal from which our flight was departing. Nice flight attendent called ahead and confirmed, "Yes! They're holding the plane! Run!"
11. Get off the train and run to the gate. Oh, yes, it was the LAST gate in the terminal!
12. Realize how out of shape I am.
13. Get to the gate, only to see that there was a GATE CHANGE!
14. Swear under my breath. Cursing Delta and Atlanta.
15. Run to the OTHER end of the terminal to the "new" gate.
16. Find the plan has departed.
17. Get back on the train taking us back to our original terminal.
18. Find the gates for the next available flight.
19. Book us on the next flight.
20. Find that all flights to Huntsville are delayed due to "maintenence trouble". (FYI-they tell you this so that they don't have to book you on another airline)
21. Run to the other end of the terminal, as that's the only restroom and my 3 year old informed me that, "The Pee Pee is coming!"
22. Get back to the gate. Still delayed. Search for dinner.
23. Feed the kids.
24. Sit for 4 hours until the flight finally departs.
25. Land in Huntsville around 11:50p.m..
26. Go to baggage claim to find only to find the kid's bag didn't make it.
27. Call my Dad who's picking us up, ony to find he's still at home because Delta told him the flight I was on was cancelled, so he thought I was still in Atlanta.
28. Go to the baggage department to give them my info.
29. Wait for Dad.
30. Theo has a blow out poo, thus messing his ONLY OUTFIT!
31. Arrive home.
The next day...
So we were to be the first delivery. They called for directions at 2:30pm. We got the suitcase at 10:30p.m. I went out and bought some clothes for the kids, but was told by Delta that they probably will not reimburse me, but I can try.
The stay in Huntsville was so great. It was soothing being "home". I got to re-connect with friends whom I haven't seen in years. The kids loved it, and so did I.
The trip back was uneventful.
It is good to be back home with Tim!
posted by Ramblings of a crazed SAHM at 11:24 AM
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