Workout: Hoping to run this evening!
As many of you know I had to fly solo with my two little ones down to Florida. I knew it would be awful. I knew it, knew it, knew it!! I won't give you every agonizing detail, but I will tell you the parts that made me want to punch people in the face!
After waiting in the world's smallest airport for 4 hours I finally started making my way through security. I have 3 carry on bags, a diaper bag, a 3 year old, and a 1 year old. One of my bags falls over, and the family behind me....a family of 3 ADULTS looks right at me, ALL THREE OF THEM, and go around me! You have got to be kidding me?? No offers to pick up the bag. No offers to put my heavy luggage on the belt. Not one ounce of help through security from ANYONE. I pick the bag up, get it with the other 3 bags on, take off Lyla's shoes, tell her about 100 times to stay next to mommy or get up off the floor, get my shoes off, find my license, and get through. With no help. Once I'm through, I have to get all the heavy bags off with Orlando in one arm, Lyla is starting to run around, people are shoving past me, being COMPLETELY RUDE, and I'm trying not to burst into tears.
A few hours and a few tantrums later (by both children), we have finally landed. I am in row 5 so exiting should be easy...or so I think. I have a screaming baby in one arm, and a sleeping 3 year old over my shoulder. And guess what?? People just plow right past me and don't let me out. Oh my gosh, people!! Where is the love? All you awful people are really lucky that feisty Olivia is not out haunting tonight because let me tell you, I can be a serious witch!!!!! (Oh, my family is all laughing and saying, "Oooooh yeah!".) I finally have to be ruthless and shove my way out into the aisle.
Throughout this whole trip I had one person offer to help me out. An old lady. Yup! She was probably about 70. The only decent kind human being traveling that day was a 70 year old woman. Thank you soooo much stranger for helping me with my kids and bags while waiting to board the flight :)
Thankfully, I have a wonderful husband who had the most marvelous surprise waiting for me in the car.
And everyone, please, please, please be kind to women traveling alone with children :)
As many of you know I had to fly solo with my two little ones down to Florida. I knew it would be awful. I knew it, knew it, knew it!! I won't give you every agonizing detail, but I will tell you the parts that made me want to punch people in the face!
After waiting in the world's smallest airport for 4 hours I finally started making my way through security. I have 3 carry on bags, a diaper bag, a 3 year old, and a 1 year old. One of my bags falls over, and the family behind me....a family of 3 ADULTS looks right at me, ALL THREE OF THEM, and go around me! You have got to be kidding me?? No offers to pick up the bag. No offers to put my heavy luggage on the belt. Not one ounce of help through security from ANYONE. I pick the bag up, get it with the other 3 bags on, take off Lyla's shoes, tell her about 100 times to stay next to mommy or get up off the floor, get my shoes off, find my license, and get through. With no help. Once I'm through, I have to get all the heavy bags off with Orlando in one arm, Lyla is starting to run around, people are shoving past me, being COMPLETELY RUDE, and I'm trying not to burst into tears.
A few hours and a few tantrums later (by both children), we have finally landed. I am in row 5 so exiting should be easy...or so I think. I have a screaming baby in one arm, and a sleeping 3 year old over my shoulder. And guess what?? People just plow right past me and don't let me out. Oh my gosh, people!! Where is the love? All you awful people are really lucky that feisty Olivia is not out haunting tonight because let me tell you, I can be a serious witch!!!!! (Oh, my family is all laughing and saying, "Oooooh yeah!".) I finally have to be ruthless and shove my way out into the aisle.
Throughout this whole trip I had one person offer to help me out. An old lady. Yup! She was probably about 70. The only decent kind human being traveling that day was a 70 year old woman. Thank you soooo much stranger for helping me with my kids and bags while waiting to board the flight :)
Thankfully, I have a wonderful husband who had the most marvelous surprise waiting for me in the car.
This will all just be a distant memory when it is sunny and 70 in January:)
ReplyDeleteOh my word, I would not have survived! One time we were at the Fort Meyers airport, Nelson just used the bathroom and Makayla took off running. I was 6 months pregnant, carrying Hannah and trying to run after Makayla. Nelson was only gone 5 minutes and I was in tears when he got back (c: You should be proud of yourself for being so strong!
ReplyDeleteI am so very sorry. Glad to hear you survived and seem to be enjoying Florida now that you're there. How does Lyla like it?
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