We had to do some grade A schedule juggling last night.
My step daughter was on a school trip to Europe. Yesterday she woke up in Barcelona. She was booked on a flight to Lisbon, and then another flight to Boston. The Barcelona plane had mechanical problems and was delayed for a long time. Long enough for them to miss the connection in Lisbon. Now what?
The tour company and the airline did some major league scrambling just trying to get the 33 students and all of the chaperones back into the USA. They ended up getting onto a flight to JFK in New York. From there they took a bus up to Logan airport in Boston. Instead of picking her up at her high school at 4:00pm or so, we ended up needing to pick her up at 1:20am in Boston. That would be rough enough on us old people, but when you add in the other thing…
My step son has a school trip of his own. He’s staying in the country, but has to take a long bus ride. The plan was to get him to his school for check in at 5:00am. So if we pick up the world traveler at 1:20 and get home at 2:00, we’d have to get up at 4:00 to get ready to drop the other world traveler off at 5:00. Oh, and then we had to go to work. Yeah.
My beloved wife took care of the Boston side of thing and I took care of the check in side of things. With the stress of the whole day and the fluidity of the situation, neither of us got much sleep. I have no idea how much I got. Three hours? Maybe? certainly not four. The downside of yesterday is that I am possibly more tired than I’ve ever been. I’m mentally useless today. The upside is that step child #1 is home safe and sound, and step child #2 is off on a really cool adventure.