I woke up the next morning with mixed feelings. After staying in the rental house for 2 weeks, it had started to feel like home. But, I was also missing my house and our fairly obnoxious schnauzers. I was also anxious to see if Favorite the fish had made it through our 2 week absence.
I always wonder what little kids like Sawyer must be thinking when they go on vacation. How do they know the difference between moving and going on vacation? For all Sawyer knew, we'd never go back to our house again! I think Tessa and Sawyer were ready to head on home. Tessa was doing some fancy moves in the kitchen as we ate breakfast.
You can see Sawyer and Henry trying to finish up all the food we had left in the background. They didn't quite make it.
Holding Baby Simba. Um, sorry Tessa. I'm not photopass photographer!
We decided to just meet mom, dad and Teresa's family at the airport. So, we left the house and locked it up. We paused for one last picture of our second home.
Since we had some time to kill before checkout, we did what anyone would do- we went to
WalMart. Yee-haw! I hadn't got Henry's grandma a souvenir and she had been watching our animals this whole time! So, I found her a shirt that was subtly Disney. She's not a Disney fan and never, ever, ever wants to go there. She says a root canal sounds more appealing.
Then, we ate at the little eatery place in there.
Yes, we're high-faluting people, we eat IN Walmart!
Too bad they don't give out t-shirts there like they do at Casa Manana, "home of the red taco".
We still had some time to kill. I told Henry I wanted to go to "the mermaid store". We drove by this store every day. I swear that mermaid looks just like my friend Kristen...
...if my friend Kristen were a giant, kind of scary, mermaid. But, she's not.
I have always been curious about what they had in there. They advertise all of these awesome deals on their signs- like towels for $2.99!! So, I walked in expecting deals galore.
Well folks, there were no deals to be had at the giant mermaid store. Their merchandise actually cost MORE than it did in the Disney parks! Seriously, the same magnet I bought at the parks for $5 was $7 at this store. It's only saving grace was this stuffed gator.
Tessa wasn't so sure that she wanted to stand by it, but she did it just for me. It was missing several fingers and toes. How disturbing is that thing?!
We had finally goofed around long enough and it was time to head to the airport. We met up with mom and dad there. Mom took Sawyer around and let him watch the airplanes while we waited to board. We were flying Southwest on the way home.
Teresa and her family were going to be going home in the same airplane as we were. While we were waiting for them to show up, we struck up a friendship with some Canadians who were sitting nearby. They were really nice people and we discussed gas prices, health care, painting cars, and other international issues.
I don't remember for sure, but it seems like our flight was delayed. Teresa and Brian got there with time to spare. When it was time to board the plane, we pushed our stroller, car seat, the kids, and our carry ons up to the gate.
The guy at the gate asked me if I had a tag for the stroller. I told him that the people at the ticket counter said I was supposed to check it at the gate. He said "You have to get a tag at the ticket counter." I said "Well, I didn't." What, were we supposed to go back up there and get a tag?? I've never been asked to get a tag for the stroller at the ticket counter before. Maybe this is something Southwest always does, but they didn't tell us that when we pushed the stroller up to the ticket counter and asked if we were checking it!
He went on to berate Henry and I, telling us that "people like you" are the reason this process takes so long. You hold up the whole line and make unecessary work for everyone else. I was about ready to tell him where to stick his stinking tag...But, I didn't. I didn't want to get kicked off our flight for strangling this horrid little man.
Is anyone else thinking that it would have been a lot quicker for him to just give me the tag (which took all of 2 seconds) instead of trying to embarass Henry and I for a mistake that was made by the people at check in?
With steam coming out of my ears, I proceeded to the airplane in an orderly fashion, so as not to hold up the line and create unecessary work for anyone.
I do like how you get to choose your seats on Southwest. It was nice to have the family all together.
Mom was sitting with Sawyer again and Arminda got to sit near her "Soy-ee"
Dad was preparing for a relaxing flight.
Little did he know.
Look at these gorgeous clouds. Wouldn't you think this would be a nice, smooth, flight?
Ummm....not so much! You know that fun feeling you get in your stomach on a rollercoaster? That feeling is NOT so much fun in an airplane. It was quite possibly the bumpiest flight I've ever been on.
It didn't seem to bother the kids, but Teresa and I kept exchanging frightened looks.
How cute is Sawyer with his little headphones?!
Luckily, we made it all the way home without revisiting any of his food!
I wasn't sure how disturbed everyone else was by this bumpy flight until we landed.
Everyone on board burst into applause!! I was tempted to kiss the ground.
I didn't have any problems unhooking Sawyer's carseat this time. So, we were pretty speedy getting out of the airplane. Well, most of us were speedy. We waited quite a while for Teresa and family to exit the plane. When they came out, we could see why. Lydia was carrying a ginormous bag full of bags of pretzels.
I was about ready to drop. I hate traveling! So, I just wanted to get out of there! We walked down to baggage claim, stopping for a shoe shine picture on the way.
Does anyone ever actually get their shoes shines?
When we got to the baggage claim, Henry started pulling our bags off the conveyor. When we had 5 bags he asked me if that was it. I counted the baggage claim tickets I had and said "Yep, we've got 5." He said "I thought we had another bag." I said "Nope, we only had 5." So, we went to get a shuttle to the parking place where our car was parked.
Wow, Michigan is COLD! It was really cold and really windy, and really dirty. There was a construction site across the street and the dirt from it was blowing directly in our faces. It was awful! We had to stand out there or we'd miss our shuttle and we were being pelted by sand. Our Canadian friends were waiting out there with us and they tried to help us block the dirt from our kids. I thougt that was sweet.
After what seemed like an eternity, the grumpy van driver showed up in his junky van with broken seatbelts. Funny, this is how this service was advertised on ebay:
"Once parked, our courteous staff will deliver you from car-side to your flight terminal with time to spare in our new luxury shuttles and our daily short and long-term parking rates can't be beat! This pre-pay parking system along with our prices and service will take the stress out of that up coming trip."
At least we didn't have to ride in it very far. I almost cried when I saw our Tahoe! This trip back to Michigan had not been the greatest and I just wanted to go home! We unloaded the bags and Henry asked again if we were missing one. I counted our claim tickets and counted the bags again and assured him that we had them all. Sheesh, he was getting annoying about that!
Oh, in case I hadn't mentioned it, now would be a good time to mention that we parked at Park-N-Go Detroit, and that I pre-paid for our parking on ebay. The instructions said to print out our receipt and make sure we bring it with us to show that we had already pre-paid online. I did that like a good girl and handed our paper to the parking attendant. She took the paper and said "That will be $119."
I kindly told her that we had bought pre-paid parking on ebay and showed her where it said we'd already paid $119 through paypal. She said "No, when you reserve parking on ebay, you have to pay here." I once again pointed out where it said that I had already paid for parking. She once again said "No, when you buy on ebay, you pay here." I wasn't getting anywhere with this woman.
So, I told her "We are not going to give you another penny." We paid for this online and I printed out the receipt, just like it said to online. This receipt shows exactly how much we paid, and the remaining balance of $0. Either call someone who knows what they are talking about, or let us through."
She got on her phone, all in a huff, and called someone. Then, without a word, she raised the bar and let us through. No "Sorry I almost ripped you off $119. It usually works with people who are tired and just want to go home. Sorry." Nope, just a raise of the bar and a wave of her hand. By this point, if our parents and children weren't in the car, Henry would have had some choice words with this woman.
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