We got back yesterday from a super-fun trip to San Diego. I have pictures and stories and so much to tell you. The problem is that we were supposed to have gotten back on
Saturday
from a super-fun trip to San Diego and are now recovering from the airport nightmare.
No, not the nightmare that involves terrorists and bomb sniffing dogs. The nightmare where you’re flying into Dallas for a layover and there’s a thunderstorm so you get “diverted to Amarillo for a few minutes for re-fueling.” Then, when you’re on the ground in Amarillo they discover a mechanical issue that will just take a few minutes to fix. Two hours later when the plane’s toilets are starting to overflow and the kids are trying to discover how to make the oxygen masks drop from the ceiling, they tell you that the mechanic is in another city and has to be flown in along with a replacement flight crew so they let you off the plane, into the Amarillo airport where you spend the next four hours thinking wistfully of your own bed.
Then, when you fly back to Dallas at 3:30 in the morning you find that there’s no way to get to a hotel and back and get any kind of sleep in the five hours before your re-scheduled flight home so you set the kids up on cots and make the best of it. That nightmare.
In our version, Rich did not get to sleep at all because of a teeny snoring problem that he has. If he sleeps, no one else on the concourse can. Also, he had packed his glasses and contact lens solution and checked them in his baggage. So he stayed up the whole time - and took pictures, apparently.
No, not the nightmare that involves terrorists and bomb sniffing dogs. The nightmare where you’re flying into Dallas for a layover and there’s a thunderstorm so you get “diverted to Amarillo for a few minutes for re-fueling.” Then, when you’re on the ground in Amarillo they discover a mechanical issue that will just take a few minutes to fix. Two hours later when the plane’s toilets are starting to overflow and the kids are trying to discover how to make the oxygen masks drop from the ceiling, they tell you that the mechanic is in another city and has to be flown in along with a replacement flight crew so they let you off the plane, into the Amarillo airport where you spend the next four hours thinking wistfully of your own bed.
Then, when you fly back to Dallas at 3:30 in the morning you find that there’s no way to get to a hotel and back and get any kind of sleep in the five hours before your re-scheduled flight home so you set the kids up on cots and make the best of it. That nightmare.
In our version, Rich did not get to sleep at all because of a teeny snoring problem that he has. If he sleeps, no one else on the concourse can. Also, he had packed his glasses and contact lens solution and checked them in his baggage. So he stayed up the whole time - and took pictures, apparently.
Hayden is under the row of benches on the right. The lights were not dimmed at all, so he put on his sunglasses and got in the darkest spot he could find and slept there. I kind of envied him. I slept for about 45 minutes before the light and the constant intercom announcements got to me. Not only were the lights bright, but they buzzed like a gigantic, glowing mosquito hovering overhead. Not restful.
We finally got home yesterday morning. Unfortunately, our luggage did not fare as well. It arrived late last night. Rich had to play guitar at an outdoor “summer bash” at church last night so we all grabbed an hour or two of sleep in the afternoon and headed to church where we stayed until they finished the fireworks at 10 p.m. I’m glad we had somewhere to be so that we got semi on schedule sleep wise, though we slept till 11 this morning. Rich’s eyes look like he rubbed them with sandpaper.
Other than the ride home, we really did have a super-fun trip and when I catch up on laundry, I’ll get pictures and accompanying stories right up!
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