Flight from Hell

After a wonderful vacation visiting Noah's family in Florida for Christmas it was time to go home. We had to wake up at 4:30am to make it through all of the check-ins in time for our flight at 7:00am. I had gotten hardly any sleep and woke up feeling incredibly nauseous (I get that way when I don't get sleep). As we are driving to the airport we had to pull over twice because I got sick. At the airport the lines were like I had never seen, and luckily Noah was there to hold our spot because I was running back and forth to the bathroom up until the time when were ready to check our bags and get our boarding passes. There were more lines to follow, but the actual plane ride was the craziest part of the day.

The entire plane ride I am holding a bag to my face trying not to get sick while chaos is all around me. First, the woman in front of us realized that she had left her phone at the check point. She told the flight attendants and begged them to let her run and get it before the flight took off, however she was informed that they were not allowed to let anyone get off of the plane unless they remain off. They told her that they would call the check point and have them look for it and do all they can to get the phone to the plane before take off. As the plane began to leave for the runway the woman anxiously asked the flight attendants, "what about my phone??". They told her that no one had found it but that they would have them continue looking for it to possibly send it to her as the plane had to leave (we were already about 45 minutes late from taking off as it was). She became frantic. She cried and yelled blaming the flight attendants for anything and everything. She literally reacted as if she had left a small child behind, and Noah and I were scared that she would end up being escorted off of the plane. She finally calmed down after awhile realizing there was nothing left to be done.

For the rest of the flight a young child, probably 4 or 5, screamed in the highest pitched tone the entire flight while her parents did nothing. We sat there listening to her scream to the top of her lungs in fury...me still trying not to get sick. After the flight at the baggage claim we saw the child swinging punches at her mother and realized this was just their way of living...I immediately thought of the show Nanny 911 (I despise that show, but kind of wished she were there for that moment).

Needless to say I was never more thankful to be home in my bed in my entire life.