Longest Flight of My Life

I promise that this isn't a "complain post." It's more of a "oh-my-gosh-I-can't-believe-I-survived-that post."

One really annoying problem I have is that I get motion sick, really easily.  The older I get, the worse it gets.  I can't sit in the back seat during a long drive, I can't read in the car, and don't even think about getting me onto MOST carnival rides.  It's not happening, until I've taken dramamine, a ginger candy and have been partially hypnotized.

Needless to say, I don't fly well.  And idiot that I am, even AFTER throwing up four times on the flight TO Idaho, I still neglected to pack dramamine on the flight home.  We got on our squirrelly, thimble sized plane to head to Colorado and was immediately assaulted with crazy turbulence.    Since Colorado was really stormy, we were circled the airport until we ran out of gas, and had to go to Kansas to fill up.  Stomach in my throat, I called Glenn desperately looking for a solution to our flight that we were definitely going to miss.  Oh, and one of my kids peed their pants.

After finally getting off the plane, and missing my flight, I went directly to the service counter.  I was informed that there were no flights heading to Newark, New York, or La Guardia for at least two days.  But, before I could stab myself in the eye and throw a three-year old style tantrum, I was told that I could take the midnight flight to Chicago, and then the five am flight to Newark.  Basically we were going to have the longest nights of our lives.  However, it was a much more positive prospective than living at Denver airport for a weekend.

I felt a ton better after the raging motion sickness died down and we got some dinner.  I did my best make it seem like a fun game, "yay!  sleepover at the airport!"  We all got a neck pillow, one of which was almost stolen by a young man who thought he could snag it after my son dropped it.  Luckily Sky snagged it back in time, The Lord knew that I did not need to get in a fight at the airport that day.

I doped up with Dramamine (finally), and settled down for the flight to Chicago.  We all slept on that one, and when we landed I dragged my poor comatose kids about half a mile to our gate so that we could sleep until the flight.  I got to the gate to discover that the gate had change and we had to go CLEAR back to where we got off.  Sky was bawling at that point, so I figured I'd just let the kids sleep for a few hours.  I didn't dare doze off with my kids and bags sitting out, so I spent a good three hours trying desperately not to hallucinate from sleep deprivation and stress.  Finally around 4am, I hauled my kids back to our gate.

Before the flight I took another dramamine, which as it turns out, isn't necessary, and passed out immediately on the plane, along with my kids.  We finally landed and met Glenn frazzled and exhausted.  When we went to get our bags, surprise, they weren't there.  I did not care at that point and went home to sleep off the flight and overdose of dramamine. 

All's well that ends well though.  I got some sleep, Glenn got to spend the day with the kids after being away from them for a month, and the bags got back safe and sound.  It was a tough flight, but honestly, after something like that, I think I could handle just about any flight I had to deal with in the future.  I just won't forget my dramamine.