Takeoff
I actually typed this up on Wednesday morning before I left for Miami. My WiFi connection was not great there and didn't work most of the time, so I am finally posting this now.
It’s about 9 am and I have been up since 5:30 am. I am at O’hare (even though this won’t publish until I am already in Miami since I refuse to pay $6.95 for wifi for the thirty minutes or so I’ll actually have time to blog). I am amazed at the amount of kids that will be on my flight. Not all are so little. There is one little one that I am terrified is going to be sitting next to me. I left my kids home (aff) for a reason. I do not want to be sitting next to them. I know that sounds really bad since the kid looks to be a little older than Will. I should be more understanding because I have kids. However, the grandmother is currently chasing the little one around the concourse right now. Every time she makes him sit down, he screams. Please keep your fingers crossed for me. Otherwise, this is going to be a really, really, really long flight.
After the bad weather last night (50 mph winds and snow), I am amazed that my flight is even going to leave on time. O’hare is known for delays, so I was happily surprised that there were no delays. Woo hoo!!! The crazy part of this trip is that with the wind chill it is -25 degrees. Currently, it is 71 in Miami.
I started feeling guilty last night already. I spend 24/7 with my kids so I do like the break. However, with that, I feel incredibly guilty that I am leaving for 3 (aff) days. I know they are perfectly fine with my mother in law. However, the mom guilt always gets you.
I did have a funny moment happen at the airport. This may be lack of sleep though and only funny to me. I was walking around looking for a bathroom. They had a sign for a drinking fountain which basically is a person who is bent over drinking. Well, at first glance, it looked like somebody throwing up. I literally stopped and did a double take. I realized what it really was and laughed to myself (don’t want to laugh out loud by myself at the airport – they make think I am crazy lol).
At this point, we are waiting for the flight attendants so we can board the plane. The plane is here, the pilots are here, however, we have no flight attendants. I think they said they were running late. The plane is not suppose to take off for another 25 minutes, so as long as everyone boards quickly, we should still take off on time (in theory).
I'm on the edge of my seat — who sat next to you on the plane? I don't blame you a bit for not wanting to sit next to someone else's children on a plane. I think that once you have your own kids, and get used to them, survival of the fittest comes into play: you'll tolerate your own because you need to protect them so your genes will be passed on, but the kids of people you don't know, no matter how cute, must be prevented from competing for the limited resources your kids need. 😉