This was NOT meant to be an official day of Mom Camp. In fact, today was the day we were meant to wake up in own beds with our snuggly dogs and get back to Mom Camp at home instead of on the road. So much for that plan.
We arrived at Louis Armstrong Airport around 2:00pm–well in advance of our departure at 5:30pm. No sense in taking chances these days with TSA screening lines and increased security after terrorist attacks.
Things turned ugly as soon we finished a rather hurried dunch (dinner/lunch). I know some people prefer the idea of linner. I happy for people to comment on their preference between dunch and linner below.
Thunderstorms in Dallas meant our flight was canceled and there was no way to get to Las Vegas until the following day. The Captain was less than happy…
Okay, it was off to a Garden Inn to watch a James Bond marathon and eat snack food from the 24 hour sundries shop. At least, the Bondathon helped somewhat.
The kids still behaves well and I even offered to take them to the pool. But, microwave popcorn, starburst and M&Ms seemed to be enough to keep them undercontrol.
Sadly, the following day did not get much better.. Before we even left the hotel room at 6:00am, I was getting text alerts that our 10:10 flight from DFW to LAS was delayed to 11:40am. Things got worse from there…
FLYAA Info
AAXXX Departs DFW 12:30P Gate A13
Arrives LAS 1:19P Gate D10
WiFi avail onboard
Reply HELP for Help
Reply STOP to Cancel
Okay now it was a 12:30 departure, then it was a gate change. The next text of doom was:
FLYAA Info
AAXXXX Departs DFW 1:15P Gate A13
Arrives LAS 2:04P Gate D10
WiFi avail onboard
Reply HELP for Help
Reply STOP to Cancel
It was at this point that Cinco and I began walking through the airport. We developed a game where we set a timer and went as fast as we could for 15 minutes. After the 15 mins, I checked the paces on my upband–which I love–. Our best score was .9 miles in 15 minutes. Considering we were darting between other travelers, elderly in wheelchairs and mini-motorized courtesy carts, I think we did pretty well.
It was as we were playing this game for the 3rd time (and, yes that would mean we walked up and down the airport corridors for 45mins) that was saw the 11:40am flight depart. The jealously and frustration were boiling over… Why? Why? Did we have to be booked on the loser delayed flight? I rushed the counter to try and get us on standby– but there were already 8 lucky souls infront of us and nothing we would do…
Through all this the kids remained pleasant and friendly with almost no fighting. The Captain however was none to happy.
The terror struck! We boarded the plane and SAT!!! There is truly nothing more horrible than being trapped on the airplane while you just sit on a tarmac. It is sooooooo painful.
Finally, the plane took off and got home 23 hours after 1st arriving at Louis Armstrong Airport. Talk about a long day.
The Booky Mom 