I had to stay up late...it was awful
Did you notice I didn't blog yesterday? Well...it was all my hubby's fault.
Hubby had a late flight coming back home from a work trip. My normal wake up time is 5am. So my normal bed time is 10pm. Hubby's flight was scheduled to get in at 11:35pm.
Well, I'm a planner! I got this. I scheduled myself a nap and bought three energy drinks to help me keep going. I spaced them out to get the crash around 1am. That way I could have enough time to drive on the energy high. I packed an extra one with me just in case my body rebelled against the late bedtime.
Just as I had finished my second energy drink, I get the text no one wants when they are responsible for picking someone up from the airport.
"Flight is delayed."New time was 12:30 am. Not great, but I could get through it. Getting home at 1am wasn't ideal, but it wasn't the worst. Then the airline moved gates. Twice. There were no updates, and no info from the airline, so I was refreshing the websites loaded on my computer and texting updates to hubby while he was stuck in Texas. Where, apparently, everything is bigger, including airports. Because he had to take trams to get to the different gates he kept bouncing between.
Then about fifteen minutes before he was supposed to board, they moved the time again. New arrival? 3:36am!At this point in the evening it is the time I have trained my body to go to bed. But I'm also two energy drinks and a nap in, so my ability to actually fall asleep is completely out the window.
Hubby said there is now a reported hydraulic fluid leak, so the plain is grounded. Okay. Better to not get on that plane. I approve.
But that they also have no pilots because the ones who were supposed to fly them home had their shifts end. Of course they did.
Hubby was now at the airport, with no flight, no plane, no pilots, and I'm still awake because I have no idea when or if he's coming home.
Did I mention I have to be up by 9am at the latest the next day? Yup.
The airline promised updates every 15 minutes. But didn't end up giving a single one.
The latest update we found online, because the people at the airport had no clue what was going on, said new arrival was 2:30am. Okay. I knew I needed some sleep. The flight itself was two hours, so worst case scenario, hubby was going to call me and wake me up if they got on the plane earlier.
I have to admit, the next few hours were fuzzy. Looking back on the texts, hubby moved gates again, was told a few different times, and complained while I snagged 15-30 minute naps.
Finally, he texted me that he was on a plane!
Then the plane had to refuel and sat on the runway for an hour AFTER they boarded.In the end, I didn't get my hubby hug until 3:32am. And we didn't roll into the house until after 4am.
So I spent all of yesterday OD'd on caffeine and feeling like shit. I had to run errands, I had to be dressed in real pants, and I did it all feeling drunk because I was so damn tired.
Moral of this story time...don't ask me to stay up late and expect any level of productivity the next day.
I'm apparently way too old for that all-nighter shit.
Bonus moral...don't fly American Airlines during shift change. LOL.
We ended up having a 4 hour delay. What was your longest delay? Did they make you sprint to different gates too? Or better yet, tell me what airline has never let you down? Who should hubby fly with next time?
~Roxy
Hubby had a late flight coming back home from a work trip. My normal wake up time is 5am. So my normal bed time is 10pm. Hubby's flight was scheduled to get in at 11:35pm.
Well, I'm a planner! I got this. I scheduled myself a nap and bought three energy drinks to help me keep going. I spaced them out to get the crash around 1am. That way I could have enough time to drive on the energy high. I packed an extra one with me just in case my body rebelled against the late bedtime.
Just as I had finished my second energy drink, I get the text no one wants when they are responsible for picking someone up from the airport.
"Flight is delayed."New time was 12:30 am. Not great, but I could get through it. Getting home at 1am wasn't ideal, but it wasn't the worst. Then the airline moved gates. Twice. There were no updates, and no info from the airline, so I was refreshing the websites loaded on my computer and texting updates to hubby while he was stuck in Texas. Where, apparently, everything is bigger, including airports. Because he had to take trams to get to the different gates he kept bouncing between.
Then about fifteen minutes before he was supposed to board, they moved the time again. New arrival? 3:36am!At this point in the evening it is the time I have trained my body to go to bed. But I'm also two energy drinks and a nap in, so my ability to actually fall asleep is completely out the window.
Hubby said there is now a reported hydraulic fluid leak, so the plain is grounded. Okay. Better to not get on that plane. I approve.
But that they also have no pilots because the ones who were supposed to fly them home had their shifts end. Of course they did.
Hubby was now at the airport, with no flight, no plane, no pilots, and I'm still awake because I have no idea when or if he's coming home.
Did I mention I have to be up by 9am at the latest the next day? Yup.
The airline promised updates every 15 minutes. But didn't end up giving a single one.
The latest update we found online, because the people at the airport had no clue what was going on, said new arrival was 2:30am. Okay. I knew I needed some sleep. The flight itself was two hours, so worst case scenario, hubby was going to call me and wake me up if they got on the plane earlier.
I have to admit, the next few hours were fuzzy. Looking back on the texts, hubby moved gates again, was told a few different times, and complained while I snagged 15-30 minute naps.
Finally, he texted me that he was on a plane!
Then the plane had to refuel and sat on the runway for an hour AFTER they boarded.In the end, I didn't get my hubby hug until 3:32am. And we didn't roll into the house until after 4am.
So I spent all of yesterday OD'd on caffeine and feeling like shit. I had to run errands, I had to be dressed in real pants, and I did it all feeling drunk because I was so damn tired.
Moral of this story time...don't ask me to stay up late and expect any level of productivity the next day.
I'm apparently way too old for that all-nighter shit.
Bonus moral...don't fly American Airlines during shift change. LOL.
We ended up having a 4 hour delay. What was your longest delay? Did they make you sprint to different gates too? Or better yet, tell me what airline has never let you down? Who should hubby fly with next time?
~Roxy
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