So here I am again, up at the week hours of the morn...like the past 2 nights, except that tonight, I got to nap from 9:45pm-1:10am since I fell asleep with H. I should be asleep and getting more rest since I'm sick again...coughing up a lung and feeling like they're totally filled with fluid (probably bronchitis complications from the lovely nasty mucus-filled, wet-cough, with fever & congestion viral sickness that I got while moving - I thought I got better, but then I wasn't 100% and the not sleeping the past few days hasn't helped).
I was woken up by dh on the phone asking if my dad knew when to pick him up from the airport and if he needed to call them. I had called them around 9:30pm to tell them that dh finally got on the plane, but mom was going to wk, and dad needed to make a quick trip to the store (random dad), and he said to call him back at 10:30pm. Well I needed to put H to bed, and I subsequently fell asleep with her. I was out, b/c I didn't hear any phone calls until the 1am call that woke me up.
DH's flight was delayed by like 7 hours from PHL to DFW... so the flight ended up departing at the time it was originally scheduled to arrive at its destination: 9:30pm. Good thing dh is doing the overnight thing at DFW and chillin' at my parent's place overnight. Then he'll arrive home (hopefully an on-time flight) tomorrow morning. At least I don't have to pick him up...like last month's (not so fun) travel ordeal.
Oh, don't even get me started. Last month, we decided that I'd take him to the airport and pick him up from the airport - instead of having him park at the airport - save the company some expenses. Well, you'd THINK, hey no prob! It became a huge problem for me! His flight was just slightly delayed from Philly to Houston, and he just barely missed his connecting flight home (which was also delayed, but the wouldn't hold it). On Continental there's lots of flights from Houston to home- every hour in fact. So it should be no problem with getting on the next one. Well, so he got on the next one on stand-by. He called me and told me to head to the airport. I get a call a few minutes later, he's off the flight. huh? HUH? you think. He was sitting in his seat, and then they called him off (with 4 other passengers) because the plane was OVER the weight limit. Alright, whatever.
Well then he was standby on the NEXT flight. We didn't think he'd get on. Well, he got on. He was sitting in his seat, AND once AGAIN, he was pulled OFF the plane! He was one of 2 people that got pulled off. OKAY...he missed his 1st connecting flight, and then gets pulled off the next two planes, AFTER he's already sitting in a SEAT! And there were like 10 empty seats.
So here I am, get a phone call "come pick me up", get the dependent ready, get ready to leave, get another phone call, "don't come pick me up" and this happens over and over. I was totally aggravated. Plus it didn't help that our realtor was calling me every hour or so..."where's your dh?" and updating us on the status of the mortgage and title co and our closing...saying we couldn't close Monday b/c of paperwork delays etc...oh they're rushing to get stuff done...this is partially done..maybe we can close...or no we can't close...
Continental was apparently moving cargo...and they were loading up the planes...and I guess they went over on the weight limit, and when they did, they pulled off passengers?!?! WHATEVER! Like dh even weighs that much to make a difference.
Finally, he got ON the 4th flight (from the original), and I went & waited at the airport to pick him up. The day was supposed to be his vacation day that we could have spent together. We were supposed to go to the botanical gardens and chill, instead, it was spent in a stressed state - waiting and waiting and traveling...and waiting and waiting on phone calls for mortagage and title etc...
What a story, huh? And too bad it's all true.
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