I have fifteen more minutes to sit in the Detroit Airport, before they call boarding for families traveling with small children. And yes, we are, and yes, we need extra time to get this baby on board. She is wiped out, and the only thing that is giving us hope right now is that the display board says there are still over 60 seats still unclaimed in the main cabin. We have a chance of not having a stranger in our row when that baby finally has her final meltdown. She is so tired and so far past the bedtime she was keeping in Florida. She needs sleep, and we don't know how to get it for her. Pray for us all, every set of ears on this plane.
I'm pretty sold on this concept of taking airporter vans to and from when possible. The one at the Villages picks up and drops off at the home of each rider. I loved having zero stress for driving or parking myself, and I don't like inconveniencing family to make the long drive.
Well, I spoke too soon. We are in full meltdown, and we don't board for five more minutes. We are officially the most hated people on this flight. RIP us.
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