This past week was one of the craziest travel weeks of our lives. We traveled on 12 different airplanes. Flights 1 & 2 got our family to Utah. 3 & 4 got Al and I to Texas. 5 & 6 got Al back to Ohio. 7 & 8 got me back to Utah. 9 & 10 got Al to Utah. And 11 & 12 got us all back home to Ohio. I made a joke to Al about a restaurant called Rock Bottom that we saw along our 40 minute walk from flight 11 to 12 that I thought we were already there. I had no idea. Had I known the events that would occur during and after Flight 12, I don't think I would have gotten onto the plane.
We had to quickly walk across two very long concourses to get to our flight. All of the walkways were out of order. None of the five kids wanted to pull their bags or walk on their own. Abby pooped in her clean diaper as we are walking onto the plane. Stubborn man won't give up his seat so that our family can sit together. Al and I try not to beat the man up. The plane detours 40 minutes up to the Canadian border to avoid turbulence. Two of our bags don't arrive with the plane and we drag the kids and the 9 bags we do have to the lost luggage office. Ride the shuttle bus that has the woman that can't find her car and go very slowly through the parking lot so she can find it. Get home at 11:30 PM and feed the kids a bologna dinner (it isn't Tuesday but that is all that is in the refrigerator).
This morning the house is 85 degrees and the air conditioner isn't working. Give the kids cold baths (which Aly screams through) because we forgot to turn up the hot water heater. Realize that all of our bathroom stuff is in those two lost bags. So much for soft skin, smelling good, dental hygiene, or combed hair. Caleb has an accident in his bedroom and gets skid marks all over the just cleaned carpets. The repair man that was suppose to be here 90 minutes ago still hasn't shown up. Call the airline and the bags still are lost.
I did get AJ off to school and the kids are all taking naps. I have resorted to drinking the 2 liter of flat Sprite that somehow was in our fridge and staring out the window at my pretty roses while trying not to smell my own stench. Surely, this has got to be rock bottom.
2 comments:
I was starting to wonder what happened to you since you usually post so regularly. Next time you have a rude person who won't trade seats with you just tell them, "That's okay, we don't have to trade seats, you can watch the kids... I'm in seat ____ if you decide to change your mind."
What torture! Well, at least it's all in the past.
I've been to Rock Bottom!! There was a restaurant in downtown Milwaukee and it was my favorite place to eat. We went there on our anniversary. HA! We hit Rock Bottom for our anniversary! You and Al think about that for a minute, ENJOYING Rock Bottom. :)
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