If you have been following the blog then you know that last weekend I flew down to Mobile, AL for a Barrow family baby-shower for Greg's cousin and his wife. Then my sweet mother-in-law was going to drop me off at the airport in Birmingham the next day to meet my mom to fly home to Durham. I don't know why I had to make such complicated travel plans, but eh... what the heck.
It all started really early on Saturday morning (4:45 am to be exact). Greg had me at the airport with plenty of time to check in and get through security. My flight from Raleigh to Charlotte was delayed and hour and a half because of lightening. We were sitting on the tarmac waiting for the word to go for forever. I kept checking my watch knowing that my layover time was dwindling as we sat on the runway. When we finally landed and got off the plane, I had 35 minutes until the flight to Mobile was leaving. Now, I'm pretty sure that a flight from Charlotte to Mobile is about a once a day flight, so I went from a speed walk to an almost jog trying to get to the right concourse and gate. The whole time I'm on the phone with my mother-in-law who was going to pick me up at the airport in Mobile trying to explain what's going on. I finally arrive at the gate, and alas flight delayed an hour and a half. ......... ugh..........
I did make it to Mobile in time for the shower- thank goodness. It was so much fun, and I will be doing a post on it later.
Linda (my mother-in-law) and I left the shower to head home to Childersburg. We had a really nice chat in the car on the way. I'm really glad that we had that time together. We got home late, and I was exhausted. I stayed up for a while and chatted with her and Ralph (father-in-law). Although the visit was brief, I'm so glad that I got to see them.
Sunday morning began leg two of this purely insane trip. Linda dropped me off at the airport 2 hours early because my Mom insisted that we get there early. We arrive, Mom had already printed off our tickets online, and so all we had to do was go through security which did not take long at all. I look up to see what gate we depart from and I see that we are delayed (shocker, I know... it seems like it's been that kind of trip). Now, we are only delayed 10 minutes, but when you only have 55 minutes in Atlanta before your next flight... this could be problematic.
We finally board, and then we sit on the tarmac for 20 minutes (wtf?). By the time we land in Atlanta we have 25 minutes to get to our next flight, and of course we are sitting in the very back of the plane having to wait on everyone and their brother to get out of our way. Have you ever been to Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport? It is set up like this:
We landed in Terminal A, and I was praying that our flight to Raleigh took off from terminal A because if we had to go more than to terminal B... I knew we wouldn't make it. We arrive and I find the nearest TV to find out where we have to be in less than 20 minutes to make our flight. Terminal B, Gate 4. I start speed walking because I know if I run then I will lose Mom and she has no idea where we are going. We go down the escalator to get to the next terminal and baby Jesus must have been watching out for us because the train came right then (which saved us some major time). To save you all the drama, once we got on Terminal B... I ran. I got to the gate right as they were about to close the cabin door! I'm like wait!! I'm here... we're here. She's coming, just not as fast as me!
we. made. it....... barely.
Needless to say, we sat down and ordered a cocktail. ha! We really enjoyed that flight.
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