Probably the worst day of my life...

Our trip to Florida for Christmas started out pleasant enough enough, but quickly turned from good, to bad, to worse, to the most awful, rotten day imaginable.  For some reason, I always get anxiety traveling to the airport. I think it stems from the many times I've been stranded at the airport and the fear of the unknown.  I seriously have the worst luck when it comes to flying.  Our trip started out good, and we boarded our plane in Utah with zero problems.  We flew into Atlanta and had a tight connection so I bought some fries from Five Guys to hold us over.  The boarding time kept getting pushed further and further back hour after hour due to bad weather. Pretty soon I started to think we would be stuck in Atlanta for the night because there are limited flights into Tallahassee.  Finally, they let us board, so we rejoiced and got on our plane anticipating being in Tallahassee within the hour.

 The storm we had been waiting for was hovering over Tallahassee, so the pilot tried to fly around it and find a little window to sneak in. Through this extended flight, the flight attendants kept getting on the loud speaker to correct anything we were doing, making an already strained trip awful. At this point, Jameson was past his breaking point and we were desperately trying to keep him quiet. He kept wanting to switch between Jason and I across the aisle which was not allowed.  I get that they had a job to do, but seriously! Lay off! We are done! After circling the storm for 2 hours, the pilot decided we had no choice but to divert to Jacksonville, refuel, and wait for the storm to pass.  At this time, we had been traveling since 6 am to about 9 pm.  The kids were tired and done with traveling.  After
almost two hours of waiting on the tarmac, a lady ahead of us turned around and asked Jane to stop touching her chair. I was near tears at this point and that sent me over the edge.  I said a special mother's prayer pleading for this cup to pass from me.   Ten minutes later, the pilot said we were cleared to go and 45 minutes later we were in Tallahassee.  I know that was an answer to my prayer.

We finally got off the plane at 11 pm with the fight attendants glaring at us, and I just felt so relieved to be off that tiny terrible plane.  At the baggage claim, we kept waiting for Jane's booster until we finally realize that someone took our brand new seat and left their old one for us.  Arrgh!!  Frustrated, Jason left to pick up the rental car with plans to make a claim for our stolen booster after we are loaded up. As we are putting luggage and car seats in the car, Jefferson slipped on the wet pavement and cracked open his skull!  I ran him with dripping blood down his face into the airport's bathroom, which is a mile away, while carrying Jameson on my hip. After creating quite a scene, Jefferson started to go into shock so we decided to call an ambulance to see if he would need medical care.  While Jefferson, Jameson and I were recreating a bloody massacre scene, Jason went to park our car with Jane because you can't just leave your car unattended at the loading and unloading area.  The paramedics ended up coming at the same time Jason showed up. Jefferson ended up needing stitches so we drove over to the emergency room and got it done.  Arrgh!!!!! We finally rolled into Marianna at 3 am. I really hate flying.