Travel Day from Philadelphia
So, this morning Melanie and I woke up the kids and got out of the house by around 6:50 for a 9:15 flight out of Philadelphia. It took us 1 hour and 45 minutes to get to the airport (usually takes about 1 hour that time of day). In addition to missing our flight and having to wait around till 12:30pm to fly out here is a list of what else when “wrong”:
- Most of the trouble started when Cole had to go to the bathroom while we were sitting in traffic on Byberry Road. There were no bathrooms around. We tried stopping at an old folks home but it was locked. So, well, we did what we had to do. We peed on the bushes in the corner of the parking lot.
- Mason cried the entire car ride. Apparently he isn’t a fan of driving. (Which should make out well for the 2.5 hour drive to Wisconsin to our parents time share
- When you miss your flight and you want to guarantee that you make the next one, it costs $50 per ticket. Since Mason was riding on our laps that was a grand total of $150 to get us to Chicago. Considering we had free tickets, this felt just great. – that’s sarcasm!
- After missing our flight we decided to drive to Target to get Mason a stroller since our good one is broken. This worked out just fine till I tried to pry off the zip ties on the stroller with my key and bent the key in half thus almost rendering it useless. Luckily i was able to unbend the key so it fit into the ignition again (though, its nice and tight and is probably not too good for the ignition to jam it in like that).
- I dropped my extra large sweet-tea from Chick-fil-a and it spilled all over the floor and broke the cup which I was going to use to get a free re-fill. GRRR….
- After sitting in the airport for about 1.5 hours we realized that we didn’t bring Cole’s car seat with us. He doesn’t need it in the plane but he needs it to ride in the car all weekend. Thankfully we remembered before we took off. My parents had to go out and buy a new one on the way to the airport.
- To top it all off, we sat on the runway for an extra 1/2 hour before the plane took off. Again, Mason cried that entire half hour.
Our moment of salvation lay in the fact that Mason did end up sleeping pretty much the entire flight.
I love flying usually. I love the whole experience, usually. I’m a weird kind of dude who loves security lines, crowds, flight delays, sitting in airports and everything else. Seriously. I think its because my dad flew a lot for business when I was a kid and I glamorize the whole thing still.
But, when you have a 1 and a 4 year old, all the novelty goes out of the window.