M woke up around 5:30, and sleepily asked, “isn’t our flight at 6:45?” Chaos ensued. We threw the last of our things in our suitcases, grabbed the baby and ran out the door. M drove like a bat out of hell, but we were still too late by just two minutes and our seats were canceled. So there we stood at the counter; me, without any makeup on and hair a mess, and Carina still in last night’s diaper (full of poop, of course). I started bawling.
The agent was
A few minutes later I got an e-mail confirming out new flight details. Our flight leaving home was scheduled for noon, and our connecting flight was scheduled for 10 AM. WTF? Apparently we were supposed to be departing from the next airport before we even arrived there. Beautiful.
I went back to the ticket counter and fortunately, was helped by someone who actually had a soul. I explained to her the problem and she quickly rebooked us for a flight leaving at 9:30 that would have us arriving in Philly at 4:30. Much better than 7! Win. As we boarded the plane we realized that we were given a 1st Class upgrade. Win2. Since it was only 9:30, I did not take advantage of the alcoholic benefits of 1st Class, but I certainly enjoyed having some extra space to splay out (and so did Carina).
I still cannot believe how good and calm she was all day. What a nice change from our projectile vomit travel nightmare back in April. So we are in Philly now, and all is good. M is in his college roommate's wedding this weekend, and spending as much time with his family as we can while we are here.
|Sleeping on Dad at the airport|