What I promised you guys when I started this crazy blog was that I would share with you some of my (funny, interesting and in some cases neither) stories. I get asked(or told), more times than you would think, about how I seem to have it all together and that your kids are so well behaved and that things go along easy for you. To that, my response it typically a loud… “HAHA” — In some dream world. We have just the same nutty life with kids as the rest of you and based on this latest adventures of DNH Mom, it will most definitely make you all think, wow… this mom needs to get her sh!! together.
Our Family Travel for Thanksgiving
Our flight on Wednesday (day before Thanksgiving) was at 6:35 AM. When we booked it, DNH Dad and I both thought, awesome, we’ll get into Kansas City by lunch time and then we’ll have half the day to get home and spend it with the family. What we neglected to realize is that we will need to be up at the butt crack of dawn to get the whole family to the airport to fly out that early.
The alarm goes off at 3:15 (yeah, that early) and the hubs and I get to work. Double checking the bags, a quick brush of the teeth, feeding the animals, and packing the car. At 3:50 0 we’re ready to go and then its just a matter of transferring the sleepy kids into the car. I don’t know why, but this always seems so much smoother when we plan it in our heads. The hubs goes into wake the big one, and she pops right up and starts talking about butterflies and castles. I love that she’s talking and how much she loves butterflies, but I’m thinking to myself, “Come on kid. We don’t have time for chit-chat. Move it or lose it…Let’s get in the car.” At the same time, I’m headed into the little’s room, where I’m greeted with a whiff of unpleasantness. Oh crap… literally. Not happy that we’re waking him up, and I quickly have to work on the “poop” situation, we are greeted by the first signs we live with toddlers (Whines and cries)… oh buddy… its too early in the morning for this… and we need to go!!!! I clean him up give him some mama snuggles and kiss and decide quickly to get him dressed since he’s now in the position. “Grab his clothes babe!” He b-lines to the car grabbing the backpack was already packed and ready for the kids to get dressed at the airport once we’re check in. We find the clothes and wrestle him dressed. Have I mentioned that our little one is quite the fashionisto (boy fashionista?) He is very particular about what he wears for some reason, and most days I have to wrestle him to get him dressed. He’s dressed and not super happy about the whole long sleeve situation, but in any case, its off to the car we finally go. Both kids fully awake and the requests for sippy cups of milk start coming in. Back into the house as quick as my little legs will take me I’m into the kitchen get the “babas” and off we go.
We’re both showing signs of timing stress and early morning fatigue, but we keep going. In my gut, as we are rushing out of the house, I know we left something. Less than a mile from the house, the hubs asked about the iPad. Ahhh sh^^. That’s it, we forgot it! A quick turn around back to the house, I run in grab it and then we’re really off. 25 minutes drive to the airport, we pull in and park in the back of the pitch dark parking lot. I turn to the hubs, “Isn’t the shuttle supposed to come to the car and pick us up?” “Yes, but they are all parked across the parking lot” Oh man. Two toddlers, 2 car seats, three bags, 2 carry-ons — The hubs and I carrying it all we all head across the pitch dark parking lot hurrying to the shuttle, when the little starts to whine a bit asking for his blanket. HOLY MOLY… we forgot the one thing on the planet that little boy doesn’t like to leave the house without. OH NO, MOM FAIL! Tryig to change the subject, I start singing and so DNH Girl joins in and DNH Boy temporarily forgets that we don’t have his “Bana.”
Onto the shuttle we go. He drops us off at the Southwest Terminal where we proceed to back of the the extremely long line to check bags. I look at the hubs and all I see is stress. This is going to take a while. By this time its 5:00. We wait and we wait for about an hour. I have to say that the kids did great waiting in such a long line. It was not easy for sure. We get our boarding passes and then its off to the TSA line.
By this time its almost 6:00 and the security line is crazy long. I begin to think to myself, we’re not going to make our flight. Should I text my Father-in-law and let him know? Probably not till we know what’s happening. We make our way around the snaking line that’s running through baggage claim and into a new wing of the airport. Everywhere, but where we needed to be. By this time, the kids are getting restless (rightfully so) and they are hungry and poor DNH Boy is looking for his Bana. DOH! I whip out the string cheese, bananas, and spinach/pear sippy pouches I had packed for the flight. We had promised them a muffin at the Starbucks, but right now we just need to get through security. Its about 6:25 when we reach the TSA agent scanning our tickets and licenses. Of course her scanner isn’t working right and we’re stressed to the max as our flight is leaving in less than 10 minutes and we still have a grip of folks that have to go through the security belt.
At this point, DNH Girl is in the stroller and the hubs is carrying DNH Boy. We’re through id check portion and the hubs turns to me with a blank look. “I think he might have pooped!” I grab the back of his pants and pull it out and see as the poop is bubbling up the back. OH MY GOSH! Talk about terrible timing. There is nothing we can do at this point. Everyone is just going to have to smell him for a few minutes. We’re through the belt and the security tells me he needs to test their sippy cups. In a stressed voice… “Of course, go for it!” All the while its 6:32 and we’re scrambling to get our shoes on and collect our bags and over to the agent testing the cups. “You’re all set” he tells me. In full panic mode, I turn to the hubs and yell. “Let’s go” Then its off to a full sprint. One in the stroller the other being carried, we begin to sprint. We get to the gate and they let us on. We are the last ones. YES!!!!
The flight attendant at the front of the plane turns to me and says we’ll have to see if we can get some seats together. Oh my gosh, I hadn’t thought about that. We head to the back of the plane and greeted by every other face on the plane looking at us with such judgement…. “I know people, we should have got to the airport earlier” Finally the flight attendant motions to me that they have two seats together and the other two are separate. Really? You’re going to make my 4 year old sit by herself? “Umm, where are the other two seats?” I ask. One is right in front of the two seats together, and the other across the aisle. The little and I take the two seats together. DNH Girl sits in the aisle seat in the row in front of us, and the hubs right across from both of us in an aisle. Why the freaking lady on the aisle in our row wouldn’t just change with DNH Girl is still beyond me. But we’re seated! The whole back of the plane smells like poop, but we’re seated!
We take off and once in the air, the hubs take little Mister to change his buns. Wouldn’t you know Southwest doesn’t have changing tables! Thank goodness there was toilet bowl lid and he’s big enough to stablize himself. I’m not sure what parents of little babes are supposed to do in that situation, but he was changed. Deep breath. We sit back and the hubs and I look at each other with a “We did it!” No sooner did we silently celebrate than lady next to DNH Girl orders a hot tea and spills it on her tray table and onto DNH Girl’s hand. Are you kidding me? My poor baby starts to cry and I’m behind her trying to figure out exactly what happening. She’s crying, the flight attendant grabs a cup of ice to have her put her hand in and the hubs is trying to assess the situation and console her from across the aisle. After a few minutes in the ice and luckily it wasn’t too bad. So some pretzels and pulling out the iPad to watch Rapunzel helped to calm her down. It is now 7:00 and all I can think is, “Is it too early for a glass of wine”
I’m happy to report the remainder of that flight and following one to get out there were definitely less hectic for sure. I unfortunately did not partake in a glass of wine, but was happy that we got to all sit together on the second flight.
Lessons learned. Get to the airport early on those high travel days and an added buffer of time if you’re traveling with kids (oh and always a change of clothes for each kid).
And that my friends is our flight to Kansas! THE END!
Do you have a crazy travel story you’d like to share? Email us alli at madewithhappy.com. Here are a few pics from the second half of the first flight and the second flight into Kansas. All smiles thank goodness!