Episode 1: What time is our wake up call??!!
When I first booked this trip, I thought that maximizing our time should be a priority. What I did not think about when I booked the 7am flight, was how early I would have to wake up to make said flight.
With DH threatening to have my head if we were not out the door by 5:20 sharp, I set the alarm for the ungodly hour of 4:45 and drifted off to sweet Disney dreams.
The next morning was the usual push me/pull me of pre-vacation hysteria, with me taking as long as humanly possible to accomplish simple tasks like brushing my teeth, and DH standing by the door and fuming.
He began the badgering at 5 am, which he should know by now has the opposite effect, because I still had 20 WHOLE MINUTES, to drink my coffee, and stare off into space, and other important pre-dawn tasks.
My parents were asleep on the pull out couch downstairs, and I did try my best not to wake them, but they got up anyway. My mom offered to drive us to the airport, but I turned her down. I told her to go back to sleep, she was going to need her rest to keep up with speed-racer Everett.
Here is our luggage- ready to go! NOTE: neither cat nor highchair accompanied us on this trip!
Finally at exactly 5:20 (and not a moment earlier) we left the house and walked down to the metro. It was really dark and so peaceful without the usual crush of tourists and shoppers on King Street. I would have liked to take my time and admire the window displays (something I am unable to do with DS), but we had a SCHEDULE to keep, you know.
We managed to time it pretty well and we didnt have long to wait for the next metro train. While we were standing on the platform, I saw the MARK commuter train go by and I couldnt believe how packed it was. It was barely 5:30 and all those people were already on their way to work. I didnt even want to think about how early they had to get up!
Soon enough our train arrived and we took the short trip to DCA. One thing Im really going to miss about living in Alexandria is how easy it is to get to the airport. Even if we do have to haul all our suitcases like hobos, it sure beats driving.
We made our way to the US Air counter and Mark got us all set up. Members of the US military dont have to pay bags fees on US Air, which is a really nice perk, so DH is always in charge of getting our luggage checked.
I was in charge of taking gratuitous photos, such as this one
Ladies and gentleman- we are flaunting the mug rules!
And this one
No one should be up and functioning this early (unless they are going to Disney)
We then made our way to security, so DH could calm down and stop insisting we were going to miss our flight. Seriously, I had been keeping to THE SCHEDULE!
Security is waaaaay easier without toddlers
. let me just say that again
. Security is waaaay easier without toddlers.
There was no stroller to fold and attempt to mash through the X-ray scanner, only to find out it doesnt fit and then have to get it out, unfold it, send it over to another screener, wait around for a while, have bomb sniffing dogs give it the once over, wait some more, have some lady pat it down, wait around some more, have another lady wipe it down with some contraption that looks like a cotton ball on a stick, and wait around some more, until it comes back clean, all while attempting to keep Everett from riding on the conveyer belt through the X-Ray scanner. Fun times!
One thing I did notice was that there are now signs everywhere saying that if you are under 12 you no longer have to remove your shoes. That is a welcome relief. Ill never forget the first time I flew with Everett when the TSA made me remove his SOCKS (because they apparently counted as footgear)! You may have heard of the Shoe Bomber, but the little known Baby Sock Bomber is just as dangerous. Its always the innocent looking ones.
Once we were through security and DHs stress level jumped down about five notches, we settled in for a nice long wait, and some pretty mediocre breakfast.
I played with my phone a little bit, to make sure that my updates on foursquare would go through to facebook, and DH made fun of me for being so concerned about my nerd friends. I think he is just jealous that he doesnt have a smartphone or nerd friends for that matter.
While we were sitting around I truthfully wasnt paying attention to the boarding announcements, figuring that Mr. Obsessive Traveler sitting to my right would be all over it. At one point I looked up and said isnt that our flight, as they were boarding the last of the passengers.
We jumped up and ran over right on time! What is the point of being in the waiting area 56 hours early, if you dont even pay attention to the boarding announcements, right?
Well despite everything, we made it on the plane, and we even had seats next to each other. Something we managed to mess up when we booked the flights, but luckily my mom managed to fix. What would I do without that woman!
I figured that since we were the last people on the flight, that wed be off and moving quickly, right? I got myself seated in record time, and I was all ready to go, but there were some people who obviously didnt have big theme park plans that hinged on getting to Orlando as quickly as possible.
Here is a helpful tip: If your rollerbag is so heavy that you cannot lift it up to the overhead compartments- CHECK IT! Sit down already lady- weve got places to be!
Once all luggage was secured we still waited around for a while and I was about jumping out of my skin. The frustrations did not end when we started moving, because some idiot decided to change seats, WHILE WE WERE TAXIING ON THE RUNWAY! Of course that completely stopped the plane, and the captain had to remind everyone that the seat belt sign is on for a reason.
I kept my eye on that guy, just in case he tried to pull some funny business. Then I would have to clobber him while DH guided the plan to safety (now THAT would be a trip report!)
Next up-I have a seat- all to myself! And no one to entertain! (not counting DH)