flying in my private suite (part one)

as i said, the trip home was great.  remember how i said my strategy was to double diaper and pray for no poop aka avoiding the airplane bathroom at all costs?  well, i ended up doing a complete 180 of that.  i practically lived in the bathroom.  well, at least i was there for almost an hour straight.

it all started when i was driving back to atlanta from the farm with my only brother walter (wow, i don't think i've ever mentioned him on here before.  raise your hand if you didn't know i had a brother!) and mom called to tell me that after i got home i would have about two minutes before needing to head to the airport.  well, good news is that we made great time and i got home around 7:20.  also, the braves game was taking awhile so it was looking like that wouldn't present a problem trafficwise since we would be heading through the city to get to the airport.  somehow we started running late, taking too long to change baby's clothes and get me a snack.  as we were walking out the door mom suggested going upstairs to check in and print out my boarding pass.  great idea!  why didn't i think of that?

well my parents' computer is the slowest thing on the planet.  it took forever to get logged in, open an internet browser, get into my gmail, and check in on airtran.  i mean FOREVER like a good 20 minutes or so.  we got it done but my boarding pass WOULD NOT PRINT.  if you know my mother, you'll understand that this was about the point where she turned from frantic to hysterical.  unpleasant story short, i decided that we should give up and then i convinced my mother to please come to the airport with dad and me even though she probably just wanted to curl up and cry.  these situations are unpleasant for anyone but especially for my mother.  oh yeah, i forgot to mention.  we also found out that my flight was leaving A WHOLE HALF HOUR earlier than what i'd thought because i'm stupid and even though i'd thought ten times and said at least three times that we should double check the time... i didn't.  so that also explains the urgent nature.  flight leaving half hour sooner plus me running almost half hour late equals NOT GOOD.

printed the boarding pass at the airport and went through security (note: atlanta airport does not slip you to the front of the line if you have a precious infant in your sling, although san fransisco does so that's nice) and headed to D2.  are you familiar with the atlanta airport?  probably not.  so let me explain to you that A is the closest terminal and D is the farthest terminal.  you have to take a train and when you're worried about missing your flight it seems a really long time to stop at each place.  b as in bravo.  c as in charlie.  etc.  if you've been there you understand.  so i FINALLY got to D.  well, i'm headed for D2.  where is that you ask?  at the VERY VERY END.  start somewhere in the high numbers and head down.  poor baby girl was bobbleing all around in that sling as i half ran from somewhere around 20 all the way to 1.  you'd think 1 would be the farthest because the numbers go down but that would be too easy.  it actually went all the way down but then it was 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1A, 2.  ummm what?  that's messed up.  oh well.  at least i got there.  i was one of the last 3 people to board the plane.  that means i didn't have time to switch my seat to a middle or aisle.  y'know, because everyone else was already seated. 

ummm, okay.  we'll call this part one.  honey's got a headache and baby girl needs to eat.  i PROMISE i'll finish this story tomorrow.