Now that we are approaching the end of our two week stint in Colorado, I'm starting to get back into organise/stress mode.
I'm flying back to Chicago with the three kids on my own as the Ball & Chain is staying up here for a (cough, cough) conference. Hmmm. He is then doing the idiot two-day, thousand mile drive back to Chicago with our luggage, which is great as it means we won't have to check any bags. Every time we check bags on domestic flights, something gets left behind. One year, flying back from Salt Lake City, we saw our bags on the runway, ...as we taxied away for take off. They actually took off knowing that a few of us would arrive at the other end with nothing to wear. Apparently we were about to miss our slot, but that's not much help when you're trying to get young kids to go to bed in their underwear instead of their pyjamas. (They now travel with PJs in their backpacks because of this ordeal.)
Once we get to Denver airport it's just Stress City. Because of the idiot with the underwear explosives, security has been "tighetened", which means an even longer wait to get through. Denver airport always has long queues/lines at peak times anyway, and I'll warrant we wait at least an hour. Over here, you have to take your shoes and coats off, which is a complete nightmare in winter as the coats are as big as duvets and boots are not easily slipped off. Last year the man-child walked off and left his phone in the little bowl and we remained unaware of this till the nice man from Denver airport rang me at home to tell me. They even paid for the postage to get it back to us. Amazing really, given our usual luck.
Oh and don't even talk about the body-screening panic that's going on over here. Apparently the machines render you naked on the screen and more than a few people are up in arms about an anonymous security person seeing their "bits". Personally, I couldn't care less. If someone is desperate enough to get their jollies from a black and white image of me in the nuddy - then more power to them, poor things.
I"ll admit to worrying a bit about this new rule that prohibits you from getting up an hour before landing. I've managed half an hour before, but a whole hour, without the possibility of pee-ing? Ye gods. Not that I pee on the hour usually, but you know what the power of suggestion can do. Fortunately the flight is only two and a bit hours and they're not over generous with the snacks and drinks, so I should be OK. If not, it has been suggested that I wear a Go-Girl, which will allow me to pee standing up. Have a look. I still haven't quite figured out the logistics, but I suspect I may need at least a plastic bag too. Brit Gal Sarah wrote about this back in August although I was in Spain at the time so I swear I'm not copying.
Actually you really should pop over to the Go Girl web site right now as you could "win a $500 lifestyle package for sports or everyday". Sports I understand (kind of) but every day? How lazy do you have to be to think "Oh I'll just wear my Go-Girl today and save myself some trouble"?