Thanksgiving OOPS!

On Thanksgiving day we wake up at 4am to catch our flight at 6am.

We make it on time to the airport and J-P drops me, the luggage, and the boys off at the curb and he and Cosette head for the short term parking lot to drop off the car. The boys and I wait and wait for Daddy to show up. Well that long line you see behind Calvin was all gone by the time J-P made it back to us. You're thinking well great, good timing, not it's bad, bad timing. By the time we checked in and after the flight attendant asked us five times how many bags we were checking, she asks, "Wait what flight are you on?" We had stood there for ten minutes trying to check in and then she tells us we can't make our flight, because they gave our seats away. It might have been our fault, it could have been the attendants, regardless, how do you tell children that we have to go back home and do the whole thing over the very next day. Well we managed, and Thanksgiving day was spent sleeping around from the couch to the bed and rummaging through the cupboards and fridge to find any last morsels of food from the feast from days earlier.