Basically, Texas weather can be of great inconvenience.
Here’s my two on day one of attempted leave of Texas.
Our alarm clocks went off at four am and we awoke to see our flight had been delayed until 9 am. Four in the morning is a very hard time to make good decisions but we eventually decided that if we were ever going to leave Texas we might as well get a head start and go while the shuttle was already taking mom and dad.
Then missed connections. Missed standbys. Way to much time hanging out in airports.
And finally a flight to Charlottesville fifteen hours later. Only they couldn’t figure out how to shut the blasted door. So the above picture is us deplaning while they worked on it. Poor Evelyn did so well. I always just lay her down for naps so I wasn’t really sure how nap times would go at the airport. She’d fight for a while but eventually give up. We were all running on less than four hours of sleep. It was awful.
About an hour after deplaning, they got us on another flight and mercifully, we departed Atlanta. Ev was conked out the first half. And then boom. Not really sure if she was even awake but oh what noise. I tried everything and nothing would calm her down. Wes took her in the [tiny] bathroom and the stewardess came over to me, hugged me and asked me what was wrong. I tearfully told her we’d been up since four (now 10 pm) and I was exhausted and my baby was too).
She said fear not, I’m a grandmother and we do this all the time. Then she banged on bathroom door, took Ev from Wes and bounced her up to the front of the plane. We were the last row and occasionally would peer towards the front to see how things were going. Ev calmed down for a minute or two and then it was time for descent. And that lovely stewardess got on the intercom and oh so cheerfully told us to prepare for arrival, fasten our seat belts, put our chairs in the upright position and secure our tables. All the while bouncing a shrieking Evelyn. I had to laugh.
Ev came back to us and by the time we landed was sitting up cooing and smiling at everyone.
Nice to be home.
Except I’m trying not to think about where home is. Because I don’t know.
And maybe I’ll have more details on that later!
(That would be so great).