Back in August, my older sister and her awesome baby boy came to visit for a few days. We had a great time! It was my first time to meet my nephew, and much cuddling ensued. The day they left was a sad one for me, but since I’m a good sister I helped them pack and drove them to the airport. We left the house with lots of time, since it takes a while to get through the airport with an infant.
We got to the airport with over 90 minutes until departure. Great! Plenty of time, right? I helped her get all the stuff out of the car (as best I could, as I was 9 months pregnant at the time. In fact, I think this was the day before my due date!). Suitcase, diaper bag, stroller, car seat, baby, purse….Wait. Where was the purse?? We searched the car, pulling all of my crap out of the trunk. No purse. We searched the diaper bag. Nope. The front seat, the back seat…. You get the idea. What to do? Obviously the purse wasn’t there, so it had to be back at the house. Do we try to go get it and get back in time for the flight? We had about two seconds of indecisiveness, but I quickly realized that no matter what, we had to go back to my parents’ house where they had been staying. And if it turned out the purse wasn’t there, well, we’d end up back there anyway.
We threw all the stuff back in the car (except for the baby, who we placed safely and securely in his car seat), jumped in, and took off. Adding to the excitement—it was rush hour. I immediately called my parents’ house, hoping someone was there, while my sister looked for flights in case we didn’t make it back to the airport in time. I got my step-dad on the phone, and he looked all over the house for the purse, finally finding it near the baby changing table. Hooray! Now if we could only get there to retrieve it and get back to the airport in time….
Enter the Home Warrior. I called him and told him what was going on, and he said, “Why don’t I go get the purse and meet you? That way you don’t have to go all the way back to your parents’ house.” What a guy. So that’s what we did, meeting him in the parking lot to do the hand-off before we sped back towards the airport.
At this point it was all dependent on traffic. We had approximately 45 minutes until the flight left, and were 15 minutes away, without traffic. Amazingly, shockingly, we managed to hit only green lights and made it back to the airport in twenty minutes. This gave my sister 25 minutes to get her ticket, get through security, and get to her gate. I dropped her off and went to park, just in case they didn’t make it. I waddled as quickly as I could, hoping they would make it but also hoping for one more hug from my nephew. Inside, I scanned the Southwest line and the security line and didn’t see them. I looked further, and saw them on the other side of security. Good news so far! With 15 minutes until departure time, I sat on a bench to wait. Ten minutes later I got a text from my sister—they were on the flight. Wow. So even though by all accounts they should have missed that flight, they made it on five minutes before it left. Whew!
I’m not sure what the moral of this story is. Make sure you don’t leave stuff at home? Well, duh. Maybe it’s to be prepared for anything? Think fast on your feet? Either way, I’m glad they made their flight. And on my next trip I will definitely do one last scan to make sure I have all of my stuff.
Readers, have you ever come super close to missing a flight?