We are officially on vacation. although i’d hardly call it that. this morning we had an Emily wake up call of 6 am. and then an Isabella one at 6:20.
yesterday, we flew through the airport, barely making our flight. they were actually calling our name. "passenger Martell….please come to the gate. your plane is taking off." i’m sooooo not even kidding. we were that late. but, if any of you know my husband…this was not our doing. we were at the airport with more than ample time. we had pre-checked in, meaning at the airport all we had to do was drop off our luggage. sounds simple, yes?
in reality, though, not so much. we lined up for ages in the wrong line (thanks to some seriously faulty signage and some seriously moody agents), finally found the right line, lined up for another 5 years behind a couple that had to pack and repack all their bags because they were over the 50 pound limit. and then we had to take a freakin’ bus to the gate. a bus. they just built a multi-million dollar NEW terminal at YYZ….so we wouldn’t have to take any more buses to airplanes. that was a big lie. because we had to take a bus. and we had to wait for 20 minutes because our bus got caught on the runway behind an airplane. we had to wait for it to take-off. seriously.
anyway, we managed to make it on the flight. sweating and panting. but we made it.
and by pure accident, i hit the flying jackpot. i sat with Emily. the husband sat with Josh on his left and Isabella in his lap. a tired, cranky, kicky, squirmy Isabella. and a tired, cranky, needy, play-wif-me-daddy Josh. all i had to do was color with Emily and open up her various snacks. and teach her to play Hi-Q…which took all of 30 seconds before she got it.
i seriously owe my husband. big time.
i did give him an 8 minute back massage until i passed out mid-massage. i’m a serious catch, i tell you.
song of the day: 7/4 Shoreline by Boken Social Scene
video of the day: i am SO seeing this movie:
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LOL, Di! I had EXACTLY the same vomit experience just a few months ago. The up side was that she barfed and then slept the whole 4 hour flight! I got to watch TWO movies!! I smelled rancid but, hey, I was happy.
Btw, Ali. We almost missed our flight the last time too. My hubby and son went ahead to try and hold the plane because we were being paged while I was being practically strip searched at security! Travel ain’t fun.
But hopefully the destination is…have a great time!
isn’t the airport time the worst part of a vacation?? hope you have a great holiday! look forward to hearing about it.
When our kids were little and we were traveling, we each had to pick a kid…an that kid was ours the whole time, no matter what happened. I usually got the one in diapers, but if the older one was whining, crying, had to go to the bathroom in a really inconvenient place, Daddy was on it. The one glitch was when Daddy had older child and she was sitting between us while I had younger child in my lap. Older child turned to me and said, “Mommy, I have to….”
Yup, you guessed it…throw up…which she did all over me! In my carry on I had a change of clothes for each of the kids…but none for Mommy! I said, “No, no! You are Daddy’s responsibility! You should have thrown up on him!!!”
Awesome that the hubby gave you a break on the plane! Awesome. You deserve it, though… And, he deserved that massage — you are SUCH a catch. I need to take lessons from you! 😉
Ali, I think I saw you at Mom’s Night Out but never quite made the connection. I hope your vacation is going well. You certainly deserved it after that flight. We had a similar return from Vegas last week which even included starting at the wrong terminal but no kids, which was a blessing because I was probably whinier than they would have been with our whole check-in adventure. Enjoy your holiday!
K… that’s eight minutes more massage time than I got, so yeah, you’re a catch. 🙂
But wow… that’s a story straight out of the book of Job if I ever heard one.
oh i so LOVE LOVE LOVE me some spidey man.i love the cartoons the comics and the movies are the best.oh sorry…so you sure have some horror stories about flying.and i’m actually dreading our next flying vacation with 4 of them.oh my head hurts thinking about it.
Oh, Ali. I sooooo don’t envy you flying with 3 kids! Ack! I often get stuck flying with my two kids alone, so I feel for your husband. You do owe him. You do. But I hope you enjoy the rest of your holiday 🙂