So, we left on our trip yesterday. It was another memorable, but best forgotten, flight. What a nightmare.
We were dropped off at the airport in plenty of time to catch our 5:20 flight. The kids were happy and we thought we were pretty prepared for the 4 1/2 hour ride. Little did we know what was to follow as we boarded the plane.
After getting everyone loaded, we were ready to leave on time. We sat at the gate for a bit before heading out to park near the runway. The captain gets on the PA system to tell us we are going to wait a bit for a storm to pass so they kill the engine. Never a good sign. For the next 4 1/2 hours, yes, you read that right... 4 1/2 hours, we sit in the same spot waiting for the tower to decide if we are going to stay or go. They wait for a couple storms to pass over us, waiting to see if it is going to clear for us to be able to take off. Apparently they had about 75 planes in the same position that we were in. No one was taking off.
The kids did really well, considering we ended up being on the darn plane for almost 9 hours (9 hours and we didn't even end up in Europe or somewhere more cool than SLC!). They were all past bed times, so when we finally did get to take off and the lights were turned down, all 3 of them crashed. I ended up having to hold Jayda the whole time and Bart was trying to get some rest sharing the seats with Cole and Sadie. By the time we landed around 12:30 am, neither Bart or I had rested. After gathering the luggage, we headed toward the rental car center and were fortunate enough to find that we beat them closing by 15 minutes. Thank goodness!
We were in our pj's laying down to sleep at my sister's house about 2am (Utah time). What a day! And to finish it off, Cole and Sadie woke up at 5am (if that had happened in VA, 7am would be sleeping in for them!)
So, we are not starting this vacation off very well.... but it can only go up from here! RIGHT?!