Sunday, May 8th
I’m a planner. Or I strive to be. I’m amazing at getting all the ducks in a row to about 93% completion. So, generally I’m in a state of mild panic right before we leave. This anxiety drives me to double check departure dates and times obsessively. But I sometimes forget to check my passport expiration, and my carefully curated travel style is called into doubt. So this time I plan to the very last detail; I put every departure time (wake up, leave for airport, flight, rental car) in not one but two apps. I’m feeling so prepared, day of travel I’m fucking breezy. Derek’s giving me shit about how every second of the morning is scripted, but we’re out of the house like a swiss train.
When we get all geared up from the car and get to the check in area, it’s empty. I feel stupid, getting there that early. But the gate agents are confused to see us and explain that there IS no 840am flight. What the actual fuck? I WAS PREPARED.
They tell us that there’s a 740am flight and its too late for us. And, no, they won’t try and get us on it, even though it’ll be boarding for another 20min. I hate people who throw temper tantrums in airports. I may have thrown a small temper tantrum in the airport. Ok, maybe I literally jumped up and down for like a SPLIT second. My apologies were immediate, but I’m super glad my kids saw such emotional regulation coming from mom. 😐
After many calls to United it’s clear they can’t get us there until this evening, if that. Off to Delta to book an ENTIRE new trip because United won’t let us fly back with them if we don’t fly there with them. How the fuck do these companies still exist like this? Grrrrrrrrrr.
We dick around outside, waiting for our new flight. Kids are fucking champs and are unphased by any of it, once they were reassured we were actually getting on a plane. And I gave them emergency ring pops.
We finally go back into the airport to catch our new fight. And my god-the excitement! They were bouncing up and down seeing the planes. They got wings. They got to SIT in the cockpit They have tablets. They are quiet and easy. Travel with 6 and 4 is NOT the same as 3 and 2. We make our connection and so far, I’m not swearing at anyone.
Planes are a blast and aside from them temporarily losing our structured carrier at the gate, all was smooth. Even the rental car was a breeze.
The drive through the Rockies to the ranch was gorgeous. Mouse was doped up so there was no puking, sticker books kept people occupied, I (barely) made a massage appointment, dinner was yummy, and I’m wondering if I’ll have anything to write about…
Travels with Larson and Co 