That is about the easiest way to describe the last 3 days of my life. And for those of you who know me well, you know that is not a good thing. SO…if you think you have been having a rough week, grab a snack, sit back, and let me make you feel better about your day. Hang on tight. It’s a long and bumpy ride. Oh, and there are no pictures because trust me, we were in NO shape for photography!
Wednesday morning we headed off to Des Moines for the long journey back to Dubai. (thanks again for the ride Bubba) Other than a small glitch on the printer, everything was going fairly smoothly. Linus was good, as usual on the flight. He even got really creative at entertaining himself. He kept throwing the extra end of his seatbelt over the front edge of his seat and pulling it back up. I watched him do it for a while and then asked him what he was doing. “I fishing Mommy”. Yep. He was totally pretending to be fishing off the beautiful coastline of his airplane seat. He was catching big ones too. You know the end of the belt where they fold it over and sew it? Yep. Fish. I guess he is quite the angler too because he would get one ALMOST every cast. One time he even caught “a Nemo fish”. Where do kids come up with this stuff?
So that brings us to Chicago. Got there with plenty of time to kill so Linus and I walked around for a bit and then went to our gate a bit later. Not sure if you have ever been to O’Hare but you could say its a fairly busy airport. Well, our gate was directly across the hall from a security point which makes for even more people and traffic making it basically impossible to hear. Any way, so we are sitting there, still no airplane at our gate and I hear them announce something about the plane being late, pushing our time back a little I think, not real sure but I know we aren’t going anywhere without an airplane so Linus and I went and got a pizza to share for supper. We got back to our gate, were sitting there eating, and for some reason at 5:58 pm I decided to look at the board to see if they had posted the new boarding time (our flight was originally supposed to depart at 6) So any way, I look at the board and it says DETROIT! Are you freaking kidding me? So I glance at the departure boards and it says that the flight I am supposed to be on is at gate B20, not B7 where I have been killing time! So I dropped the pizza box, grab my 20 pound backpack and my 32 pound kid and start running. Knowing full well in my head that the doors were shut and there was actually NO WAY I was getting on my flight. So let me create a mental picture for you. Me. Backpack on my back, Linus on my front. Pockets full of phones, passports, boarding passes, my pants are definitely a little too low for comfort, I’m running, starting to cry hysterically, Linus started laughing hysterically “Mommy running, hahahaha, running Mommy, what doing Mommy?” Got to B20 just in time to see my plane being pushed away from the jetway. And that would be about the time I also completely lost control of myself. I called Roxie, blubbered something incoherent into the phone, and started walking to gate C18 to the United Customer Service area. By this point, I am about 97% sure that I am going to lose all of the pizza I had just eaten and about 99% sure I was going back to Des Moines. Roxie was trying to settle me down over the phone and telling me I can do it, I have to do it. I believe my exact words to her were “I don’t HAVE to do anything. I want to go home. NOW” That would be about the time when she handed the phone to Don for him to try to talk me down. So Roxie called about 73 different people to try to get this whole mess straightened out. Come to find out, there is only one more flight to D.C. that night but it would not get me there in time for my connector to Dubai. So, there we were. In Chicago. Had been there for over 3 hours, just killing time. Awesome. By missing that one flight, this extends my travel another 24 hours. With Linus, 9 diapers and no more clothes (cuz my luggage wasn’t killing time in the airport, it was on the airplane where I should have been).
So Roxie got me a room at the hotel by the airport, and Linus and I stayed there overnight. We went back to the airport the next afternoon to check in. Well, the self-check-in would not let me (trouble) so I had to go stand in another line to get a ticket agent to help me. She gets me on but informs me that my return ticket has been closed since I did not make my original flight. Awesome. I could be stuck in Dubai forever! Ok, a bit dramatic I know. Still don’t have this one completely straightened out. Any way, get checked in, go to our gate, stare directly at the board for 2 hours. Fly to D.C. Wait 3 more hours. And finally board about 45 minutes late due to computer problems.
So, we are on the airplane ready to depart for Dubai. I know Linus had not taken a nap today so I decided to put his jammies on before we take off assuming he isn’t going to last long. So I got him all changed and we are ready to go. Nothing else could possibly go wrong. WRONG. Approximately 7 minutes and 30 seconds into take-off Linus says “Mommy, hurts” and points into his mouth. And approximately 8 minutes into take-off… wait for it… he throws up. Yep. All over his jammies, the airplane blanket, the airplane pillow, the seat, the seatbelt and the seatbelt buckle. Tell me. What the heck do you do in that moment? Well, first of all, you try to catch it because that is what moms do I guess. DUH. I won’t share with you what all he had eaten in the last 24 hours but I did try to get it all wrapped up in the blanket. So I get out of my seat while the seatbelt sign is on, (I KNOW!) and tell a flight attendant, who gets me a plastic bag and tells me to throw the pillow and blanket away in the bathroom. Ok, lets pause right here. Do you know how big the opening is in the airplane bathroom?! I am pretty sure it is about 2 inches square. So I go back to my seat, get the baby wipes out, and get to work. I had to put Linus back into the only outfit I had for him (Thank God I put him in his PJs) and spend the next 30 minutes and 50 baby wipes cleaning up. I went to the bathroom and crammed the pillow and blanket into the 2 inch square hole, and did what I could in the sink to wash his jammies, wrapped them up in the plastic bag that the blanket comes in, and shoved them in the overhead compartment. So for the next 11 hours and 22 minutes, I got to smell…well…you know. And in true form, as only children do, he was completely fine after puking.
So, we made it. I was not completely sure we were going to. I guess we have had so many flights go off without a hitch that it all came crashing down on me this time. Hope this story made your week seem a bit easier. And to all of you who were praying for safe travels for Linus and I, thanks but next time lets also focus on SMOOTH travels as well. We miss you all. See you at Thanksgiving. Have a great weekend
~BeJes