The Short Trip Home
- L threw up in the night…all over his bed…and rolled around in it. He’s definitely a bit on the sick side.
- I had to shove all of my new stuff into a bunch of suitcases…fortunately we have enough ticketed passengers that I could use three checked bags!
- Went to lunch with the fam at Grandpa’s office and played with the train.
- Went to the airport early so we wouldn’t have to rush. We walked around, watched 100 planes take off, saw preparation to take off from the people leaving the gate to the pilots sitting in the cockpit drinking Long Island Iced Teas, etc. We were there the perfect amount of time.Right up until our flight was delayed to the point that we were going to miss our connection in Chicago. Reason flight was delayed?
One of the flight attendants had a nosebleed. The way the EMT people rushed out to the plane you would have thought it was a heart attack.
She wanted to fly, but the Mighty Captain wouldn’t let her, so we didn’t have a crew.
- Oh, Chicago. The kids were worn out and we had three hours to kill. We ate, watched people, and eventually made our way to our gate, blocked off a section with the stroller, and proceeded to wait.
- Moved to the gate to which they changed our flight and got on to a very plane. No worries though: kids slept, A slept, I slept. As one of the flight attendants noted “That’s one tired family.” It went by much faster compared to the previous two flights we’ve taken between Chicago and London…probably because it’s at least an hour shorter. Why can’t the jet stream cooperate BOTH ways?
