The Flight home:
Made it at a reasonable hour to the airport, but had to park kinda far because there were no spots. Made it through security without any MAJOR problems. A nice young gal helped me with all my crap because it was a lot. My checked bag weighed 48.5 pounds, so just under the 50 pound mark (high five). I had to check my car seat because the flight was full.
After waiting at the gate they announced that I had a gate change. At a normal airport this wouldn't be an issue... just walk a bit further. At Dallas/Fort Wort airport it was like saying they were changing my gate to someplace in Alaska. So, we took a tram ride over. We went around the whole airport starting at A and ending up at D33. I'm going to add, although you know, I was carrying Jensen the whole way whilst dragging my carry on. So the plane was running about 15-20 min behind.
We finally got loaded onto the plane. The air was off. Bad sign. We sat, got loaded and sat some more. 20-30 min later the cappy gets on and announces that the auto pilot is broken. (Isn't that why we hire real life people to fly planes?) 10-15 mins after that they say that we all have to get off the plane. Reminding you we sat with NO air in the Texas heat with a plane FULL of people.
We all got off. 20 min later still no news, but they are trying to fix the problem. Finally we hear that we have a plane, but guess what? Another gate change.
After we got on and loaded I had a glimpse of hope. We were up in the air. But, that is were the nightmare began for me.
Jensen was spastic and loony bin tired. While taking off I noticed a warm yet unpleasant liquid flowing all over my leg. Yep. Jensen had leaked out her diaper all over me. Pants wet, I smelled like urine and yearned for happier times. But wait. What about Jay you say? Don't worry. Jay spilled his entire glass of apple juice and ice all over himself, the seat and the lady next to us. We did the best we could with our crapy paper thin napkin they gave us. Later the flight attendant was found patting Jay's pants down with some club soda. After changing Jents, a bottle, walking up and down the isles with her and bouncing the whole plane, she was finally asleep. But guess what....after 10 min of her being asleep, jay has to go to the bathroom...really bad. Well of course she woke up again and was not happy. So, she got her revenge, and for the second time leaked out the side of her diaper and ALL over my shirt. The wet ring was HUGE! The couple across the way was super nice and got out of their seats so I could use it as a changing table.
At this point I couldn't stop laughing...I mean seriously hysterically laughing. I thought, this is my life. Could anything else go wrong?
When we landed I thought I would shed tears of joy. Yes, I was happy to see Randy, but even more happy to be off that blasted plane and not be known as the women with the screaming baby who peed in alarming amounts.
It was one crazy, hilarious, frustrating, obnoxious, and a record setting day.
*More on the trip later with LOT AND LOTS of pics!