Now the long story. We made it home and it only took TWO DAYS. We fully intended on leaving Saturday evening and arriving in San Francisco later that night but no, it just didn't happen the way. I guess the luck of the irish doesn't apply if you marry into it because that morning we woke up and I had apparently picked the short straw.
Packing up and getting out of the house went without a hitch. Wyatt behaved as I dumped my suitcase on the floor and repacked it, stuffing back everything I didn't wear that I had insisted I needed to bring. I always overpack and now I overpack for myself and overpack for my son. Is it normal to pack twenty pairs of shorts for your son? No. So why do I do it? Anyway, we loaded the car, said goodbye to sunny Naples and arrived at the airport on time with mother-in-law, baby, luggage, stroller, car seat, pump bag, diaper bag, computer and dog (did I tell you I volunteered to watch Kevin's mom's dog for a month while she's in Tokyo visiting Kevin's dad; that's another post).
As soon as we arrive at the gate the blue skies turned into extremely dark black rain clouds and then the thunder and lightening show began. UGH, UGH, UGH. GOD-WE HAVE A CONNECTING FLIGHT IN HOUSTON THAT I WOULD LIKE TO BE ON. SO POR FAVOR, MAKE IT STOP.
An hour later it stopped and we arrived in Houstons seven minutes after our connecting flight had taken off. We were on standby for the last flight of the night to SF but it didn't look good. United was hoping that another flight would arrive late so we could take their passenger's seats (which proved to be a horrible idea). Five minutes before the last flight to SF departed the man behind the counter gave my mother-in-law and me boarding tickets and we got on the plane just as a herd of people came running to the gate.
Naturally, we had put our crap in the overhead compartments, got all situated, turned off our cellphones and put our seatbelts on when a flight attendant called out our names and asked us to come to the front of the plane (easier said then done with a baby). They told us we needed to get off the plane because the flight they had expected to be late had arrived in time for passengers to make their connecting flights. BUT YOU GAVE ME A BOARDING TICKET AND WATCHED ME DRAG ALL MY SHIT ONTO THIS PLANE AND LET US GET INTO OUR SEATS AND THEN YOU DECIDE TO KICK US OFF. WTF. I HATE YOU.
So we were shuttled to a hotel for the night with food vouchers that bought us a much needed cocktail and got on a flight the next morning. Thank God I am the mother of the best traveller ever because if he had been a crying mess I might have refused to leave my seat or maybe I would have reached over the counter and beat the guy who indian-gave me a ticket.
It's nice to be home.