And we weren't even on our way home from some distant destination. Let me explain.
LAX to Atlanta (direct flight)= 3 hours 47 minutes.
Atlanta to Dallas to Austin back to Dallas to LAX= 11 hours 23 minutes
All the fun we had together while sitting on the full planes entertaining Beckett who slept a total of 30 minutes the entire day=priceless.
I knew it wasn't going to be pretty when we got the airport to check in and Beckett had leaked out of his diaper so bad that he went the rest of our day pants-less. Yeah... we're classy like that.
So we got to our descent to Dallas and flew around for 45 minutes because of thunderstorms. We used up so much gas in the inturum that we ended up flying to Austin to refuel and then sat on the Tarmac there for 2 hours. We then flew back to Dallas. Our layover there had long since departed, but Nathan had called and gotten us on the
last and final flight to LA which departed at 6:20. We landed at 6:35. I was seriously distraught. We were going to have to spend the night in the Dallas airport. However, we got to the departure gate to find that the next flight had been delayed and was leaving 10 minutes later. Wonderful, except that we didn't have seats together. Great.
So we get on the plane and this nice woman agrees to trade us seats, and so we sit down, the plane leaves...we're on the runway...and suddenly 'our voice from the cockpit' comes on and tells us we're returning to the gate. So we turn around. However, we were in a larger plane and since not all of the gates cater to that size we had to wait for a gate to open. Meanwhile they wouldn't tell us why we had turned around or what was happening. Finally we get to the gate and see two police officers come on board and take a very questionable looking woman off the plane. At this point we think we're in for a pretty good story. We then wait for another 30 minutes for them to gather her things, and then we are told the story. Turns out some woman changes planes at the last minute and thinks that her dog changes as well. When she finds out that it's on a different plane, she freaks out and threatens the airline stewardess. Lame. So, some lady doesn't take her meds, and we all suffer because of it. Anyway- we started at 2 pm Atlanta time and landed in LA almost 12 hours later. It was brutal and I'm never traveling again. You try and entertain a 14 month old little boy in a 2 foot radius for half of a day and let me know how you feel. Blah.
What's really incredible, though, is that even with all the trouble, the trip was still absolutely worth it. We had such a great time in Atlanta with Logan, Paula, Lydia, and their family and friends, that we would happily do it all over again.
*I promise to post pictures and info about our amazing weekend in Atlanta. I decided to give you the bad news before the good.*