I left the house before ten yesterday morning, both girls strapped in their carseats, DVD player booting up. We were heading to the Kelowna airport (an hour’s drive) to pick up Christy. Yay! Christy! How we’ve missed her!
I had tried to feed Jolie before we left, but she refused. Not hungry? Fine. But after we’d been on the road no more than six minutes she started squawking for the bottle. I spent the first quarter of the drive with my arm wrenched at an unnatural angle into the backseat so I could hold her bottle as I drove with my one free hand, weaving through the winding mountain roads. We got stuck in road construction, which made us late. I drove as fast as I could without drawing the attention of a police car and we made it to the aiport with literally one minute to spare before Christy’s flight was scheduled to arrive. I skidded into the most gruesome parallel parking job I’ve ever committed, ran out to put some change in the meter, then proceeded to spill all the money from my wallet all over the parking lot. Time was ticking. I grabbed Avelyn out of her seat, got Jolie’s carseat clicked into the stroller and went to slam the door shut. It was jammed. Not closing. It does this sometimes. OF COURSE it would do it now. I left the door open and sprinted to the airport doors. Avelyn skidded on the gravel and ripped her tights open at the knee, blood seeping through. We kept running and made it to the arrivals gate just in time to see…that the flight had been delayed a half hour. OK, no biggie. I borrowed a pen from the car rental counter and go back outside to try and fix my broken door. The latch was stuck and I tried to pry it open with the pen for five minutes, my fingers getting covered in thick black grease. A bystander walked by and offered his help. But even he couldn’t fix the latch. Avelyn was wailing about how she wanted to go back inside to see Auntie Christy and I was trying to keep her from running across the street. Finally another random stranger came and was able to get things working properly. We strolled back inside to wait. The minutes kept ticking by and we heard whispers that the plane was unable to land due to the heavy fog. They kept on bumping back the arrival time, so we continued walking laps around the airport. I heard from one woman, who had received a text message from her husband on the same flight as Christy, that the plane was going to be rerouted to Vancouver. I asked an attendant if this was true and she said she couldn’t give me a solid answer at this point. So, we waited some more. The one thought lingering in my mind was that there was a scheduled one-hour delay on the highway we’d have to take to get back home, from 1:00-2:00, so I’d have to leave Kelowna no later than noon if I wanted to avoid the delay. I found another attendant and asked her the flight status again, and still no solid answer. I didn’t want to leave until I knew for sure that Christy wouldn’t be coming in, so we stuck it out at the airport until 12:45, ensuring that we were going to face the road closure on our way home. I still had no official answer from the airline, but the rumours were circulating that the plane had indeed landed in Vancouver. I loaded everyone back into the truck to head home where I tried to call Christy. However, my cell phone battery was dead. We began the drive home and both girls started to cry about half-way into the journey. Then we got stuck in the road closure for 20 minutes, all the while the crying intensified. We finally made it home, exhausted, all for nothing. I heard from Christy later in the day that she was back in Calgary, the city she had originally departed from that morning. The plane from Vancouver had tried to land in Kelowna again but the fog was too heavy so it kept on heading east. She has rebooked her flight for tomorrow, since anything before that was already sold out.
L to the A-M-E!!!