So they will not be here.
This chapter of the Fillmore story finds us recently moved to Massachusetts from Amarillo Texas for a limited year long engagement. We are all very excited and off to a running start with our adventures.
They started when Mommy and the three young ones flew from Amarillo to Boston. ALONE. Now, mind you, that was NOT the plan. The PLAN was to fly to DFW and meet my sister and niece for the flight to Boston, so they could help me divide and conquer the children.
American Airlines had other 'plans.'
They called me at 5:00 am to inform me that our flight to Boston had been canceled. And we would not have confirmed seats until the 5:30 pm flight.
This meant that my sister couldn't come with us anymore because they fly standby and can only go if there are open seats. Now there are none for the rest of the day and the next.
I think I saw my life flash before my eyes when I realized I had to go it alone. The twins have never flown before. We were too scared to take them on a plane. Let's just say they don't do well in confined spaces. For any length of time. Especially on a flight from Dallas to Boston with just Mommy. In different rows on a plane.
You just have no idea.
Soooo..... after we passed the day with much help from my sister and niece in the DFW airport and, later Grapevine Mills mall, we finally are about to board the plane.
I have to get three car seats, three children, three pillows, four bags, and a double stroller down the jetbridge by myself.
Not. Going. To. Happen.
The kind people on our flight (who are all praying, "Please dear Lord don't let me be anywhere near this train wreck) realize this and help us get our cargo onto the plane and into our seats.
They have us seated in seats A and B in rows 11 and 12.
I am still just one person.
One baby and Sydney are going to have to sit with a stranger.
The good Lord realized my quandary and placed a traveling group of middle school girls next to and in front of them. Praise God glory hallelujah!
They entertained them the entire flight and I was even able to eat a 1/4 of a turkey sandwich! Before the children claimed the remainder for themselves. No matter what I feed them, they always want whatever I have. Does that ever end?
We finally got to Boston and, again, the whole plane helped us get our dog and pony show off with relative ease. This time, they weren't quite as horrified by us and even said as much. "Your kids did so great on the flight." "I was a little worried about them at the beginning, but they did fantastic!"
Oh. It so could have gone the other way. But I am so, SO thankful that it didn't.
We finally found Tony and began the hour long drive to our new (for a year) home in Leicester, MA.
Boy, were we glad to see him.