We booked the flight to leave out of Buffalo at 9:30am, connect in Cleveland, then arrive in Dallas at 2:30pm. Brilliant. Left the house at 5am for the 2 hour drive to the airport, M conveniently woke us up at 2:30am, after which neither of us slept. I'm talking about me and my husband. M fell back asleep at 3:30.
We made it to the airport in plenty of time… only to find that our flight was 25 minutes delayed. Not an issue. Played in kid's play place, M loved the people mover and Dad had to ride back and forth over and over again with her.
Flight delayed by 2 hours. We would miss our connection in Cleveland, and would have to wait until 6pm to take a flight to Houston, then arrive in Dallas at 10:30pm.
How about leaving at 6:15 the next morning?
Ok, fine, how does a direct flight out of Toronto sound? Tonight at 7pm? Arrive at 9:30?
So back in the car, deciding to drive to Grandmas to play for a bit before going to the airport. A great idea! Grandma took care of the baby and even gave us money to go to a fancy restaurant for lunch. If you are ever in the Morriston, ON area, check out Envers, the food is absolutely amazing.
Then back to Toronto for our flight. A few gripes about the Air Canada US departures section: 1) No children's play place - really? Thanks for depriving your smallest customers, Air Canada and 2) There is nowhere to sit and wait at certain gates. It was taken over by a weird restaurant that features iPads at every seat. And white leather furniture. Not cool, airport, not cool.
And still this saga continues. Our flight? You guessed it, delayed. Argggg. But at least M slept the entire time.
|M is sleeping on my lap|
|A little angel at rest.|
We made it by midnight, and crashed into blissful sleep.