John has to work this week and the baby and I are spending the holiday in San Diego, so Christmas Eve was our family Christmas Day in Charleston.
I woke up early Christmas Eve to prep the house so it was festive for John when he got home. His schedule is insane. And I feel bad about leaving for the holiday. Plus I thought we would be scrambling to get to the airport for our noon flight.
Christmas was a success! Flying was barely a success. But I’ll back up to Christmas. The baby was moderately excited about her Melissa and Doug tunnel, but only if we put it on top of her or I was in it with her. John got some pretty cool presents from Santa, a puzzle map of his hometown (that’s actually going to be hard because it’s mostly farmland ), a cool engraved notebook for his side business and a drone. Because Santa is awesome. I got some kitchen stuff I’ve been wanting and some cook books for baby food. And an extra seat for the baby on our cross country flight. Because. Santa. Is. Awesome.
We got a call around 10 am that the flight was delayed. It got delayed three more times until my first flight was leaving about the same time as my connecting flight. I hate waiting around, especially when I’m dressed and packed, so we decided to go to the airport around 2 pm and chance it to Atlanta where I was fully prepared to spend the night.
Somehow the Delta people worked their behind the scenes magic and booked us on every outgoing Atlanta Delta flight to San Diego Christmas Eve in case my connecting flight was delayed. We landed on the opposite side of the airport, sat on the plane for 20 minutes while John was frantically texting that they were boarding our flight, and I had to run to our gate with the car seat in one hand and the baby hanging on. We barely made it. I was the last person on the plane in the last row (which was humiliating, lugging my baby, car seat and bag down a full aisle), but thanks to delays and cancellations, we got to San Diego.
But then we barely made it home. They lost our luggage (and then majorly screwed up the delivery and my parents had to go pick it up from some creepy warehouse on Christmas. You’ll be hearing from me, baggage claim). The rental car place charged 700$ over our booking price that I had to fight back down. And they brought me the wrong car. So four trips back into Hertz and we were finally, finally at the first grandparent’s house, where east coast baby woke up at 3 am to get the Christmas party started.
Although we’re missing John, I can’t wait to spend this week home, catching up with my friends and family, meeting new babies, eating Mexican food, doing some real shopping, eating Mexican food, running my favorite runs and eating Mexican food.
I hope you’re having a wonderful holiday!