After 6 weeks back at home, the boys and I headed back to the US and had the most disastrous of flights back. I posted on Facebook...
"I’m trying to smile but you know that feeling when one of your kids throws up on the flight from Sydney then finally falls asleep as we’re coming into land, while your other kid gets sick after we land, but we can’t get off the plane because of a medical emergency. Then you can’t find an iPad in the seat, but flight staff are kind enough to call 2 wheelchairs for the kids. Then baggage carousel stops and you don’t see your bags - but you find them eventually and you make the journey to a new terminal. And now we’re eating pancakes and there is only a 5 hour flight left."
Then after
"UPDATE: Then after sleeping until boarding L throws up again. Then the hostess asks if he’s ok and I say bit of motion sickness. Put sleeping child in his seat, only to be asked to leave the plane. 90 minutes later. Greetings from Holiday Inn LAX. See you tomorrow Charlotte. PS. L is now feeling fine and wants to swim in hotel pool......but our bags never left the plane."
We spent the whole day watching Star Wars movies in bed and eventually went to McDonalds for dinner. This is the first and only time my kids have eaten at Maccas (that is a miracle, and great parenting on our part). And they didn't like it. Woo Hoo!
The following morning we got back to the airport and checked in for our flight back to Charlotte, only to find we weren't seated together. Luckily a kind lady swapped seats with me, and the 3 of us eventually got home
