First class - that's how Carina rolls

I have never missed a flight. Until today, that is. I am usually that person who leaves for a flight three hours early just in case there is traffic and/or I get temporarily abducted by aliens on the way to the airport. Somehow, we forgot to set alarms last night in our half-asleep stupor after scrambling to pack and prepare the house for our departure had car trouble.

M woke up around 5:30, and sleepily asked, “isn’t our flight at 6:45?” Chaos ensued. We threw the last of our things in our suitcases, grabbed the baby and ran out the door. M drove like a bat out of hell, but we were still too late by just two minutes and our seats were canceled. So there we stood at the counter; me, without any makeup on and hair a mess, and Carina still in last night’s diaper (full of poop, of course). I started bawling.

The agent was an asshole not very friendly. He stood there silently tap tap tapping away at his keyboard for almost 10 minutes. M wanted to “scissor-kick him in the head”, direct quote. Finally, he told us he could rebook us and instead of arriving in Philly at noon, we’d be in at 7. Not the end of the world, but it meant we would be spending 14 hours in airports and in flight today. Feeling dejected, we went to sit down and collect our thoughts.

A few minutes later I got an e-mail confirming out new flight details. Our flight leaving home was scheduled for noon, and our connecting flight was scheduled for 10 AM. WTF? Apparently we were supposed to be departing from the next airport before we even arrived there. Beautiful.

I went back to the ticket counter and fortunately, was helped by someone who actually had a soul. I explained to her the problem and she quickly rebooked us for a flight leaving at 9:30 that would have us arriving in Philly at 4:30. Much better than 7! Win. As we boarded the plane we realized that we were given a 1st Class upgrade. Win². Since it was only 9:30, I did not take advantage of the alcoholic benefits of 1st Class, but I certainly enjoyed having some extra space to splay out (and so did Carina).

I still cannot believe how good and calm she was all day. What a nice change from our projectile vomit travel nightmare back in April.  So we are in Philly now, and all is good.  M is in his college roommate's wedding this weekend, and spending as much time with his family as we can while we are here.

Sleeping on Dad at the airport

Please tell me that some of you out there have missed flights before. I am still so embarrassed.