Just went on vacation to my homeland, The Sunshine State (Florida).
It started out bad and is finishing bad.
My first flight was delayed so long that I missed my connecting flight home and was delayed again. This might have been ok but they told us we would have our flight and upon landing we find out that we are on standby and we have to sit there with a thumb up our asses waiting to see if we can get a flight to our destination. This also might have been ok if my 1 year old wasn't screaming her head off, almost out of bottles, and didn't have any of her things not even a car seat in case we had to leave for the night and come back the next day (like they told us they would probably end up having to do).
I told them they better fucking get us to Florida and I didn't care how they did it and they managed to get us a flight to a city an hour away from where I needed to be. So we sat on our ass for 3 1/2 hours waiting for this flight with a very pissed off child.
At 2:30 am (12 hours after we arrived at the first airport) we finally land in Florida. Takes an hour to drive to the original airport to find out the baggage center was closed - and we had to wait until the next day to get our bags.
If I would have waited to get to my original airport it would have been shorter to drive and I would have saved 300 dollars.
So. Day 1. Arrive at home 9 hour later than it should have taken. 3:30 am.
Day 2. Kid wakes up at 8am. Only got less than 4 hours sleep. Go out with family to breakfast no enough tables to seat our party.
Day 3. Time changes. Kid wakes up at 5am. Screams all day. Hates everyone in the family and screams when they get near her.
Day 4. Halloween. Costume I had made was too big. Had to get it altared. Rained all day. Sat in a humid laundrymat for 5 hours where my mom worked with a less than pleased baby. Went to mall. 6 bazillion kids trick-or-treating. Got only cheap ass lollipops and some tootsie rolls.
Day 5. Rained. Husband forgot Social Security Card in another state so couldn't apply for job's and had to have it overnighted. Baby screamed because she hated new carseat. My good friend Aunt Flow showed up hot and heavy to bring in the end of one shitty week.
Day 6. Windy. Rainy. Kid didn't sleep all night. Husband having nasty allergies from grandmother's cat. Husband skimmed on refilling rent-a-car was charged 50+ dollars for 3 gallons of gas. Kid won't let me do anything and forces me to hold her. Today is her birthday. God what else is in store?
Day 7. Tomorrow. If I don't post again you will know we got in a plane accident and that would be a perfect ending to a fucked up week.
There was more. But I'm still too tired from lack of sleep. I had to bitch. Thanks for reading.
It started out bad and is finishing bad.
My first flight was delayed so long that I missed my connecting flight home and was delayed again. This might have been ok but they told us we would have our flight and upon landing we find out that we are on standby and we have to sit there with a thumb up our asses waiting to see if we can get a flight to our destination. This also might have been ok if my 1 year old wasn't screaming her head off, almost out of bottles, and didn't have any of her things not even a car seat in case we had to leave for the night and come back the next day (like they told us they would probably end up having to do).
I told them they better fucking get us to Florida and I didn't care how they did it and they managed to get us a flight to a city an hour away from where I needed to be. So we sat on our ass for 3 1/2 hours waiting for this flight with a very pissed off child.
At 2:30 am (12 hours after we arrived at the first airport) we finally land in Florida. Takes an hour to drive to the original airport to find out the baggage center was closed - and we had to wait until the next day to get our bags.
If I would have waited to get to my original airport it would have been shorter to drive and I would have saved 300 dollars.
So. Day 1. Arrive at home 9 hour later than it should have taken. 3:30 am.
Day 2. Kid wakes up at 8am. Only got less than 4 hours sleep. Go out with family to breakfast no enough tables to seat our party.
Day 3. Time changes. Kid wakes up at 5am. Screams all day. Hates everyone in the family and screams when they get near her.
Day 4. Halloween. Costume I had made was too big. Had to get it altared. Rained all day. Sat in a humid laundrymat for 5 hours where my mom worked with a less than pleased baby. Went to mall. 6 bazillion kids trick-or-treating. Got only cheap ass lollipops and some tootsie rolls.
Day 5. Rained. Husband forgot Social Security Card in another state so couldn't apply for job's and had to have it overnighted. Baby screamed because she hated new carseat. My good friend Aunt Flow showed up hot and heavy to bring in the end of one shitty week.
Day 6. Windy. Rainy. Kid didn't sleep all night. Husband having nasty allergies from grandmother's cat. Husband skimmed on refilling rent-a-car was charged 50+ dollars for 3 gallons of gas. Kid won't let me do anything and forces me to hold her. Today is her birthday. God what else is in store?
Day 7. Tomorrow. If I don't post again you will know we got in a plane accident and that would be a perfect ending to a fucked up week.
There was more. But I'm still too tired from lack of sleep. I had to bitch. Thanks for reading.