Today is Pajama Day

 Happy to report after a 24 hour travel day, we made it home. 

We almost missed our flight to Chicago because Aer Lingus Airline gave us poor directions regarding boarding passes.  When we followed those directions, which included leaving the Dublin Airport, every airport staff member, including an Irish border agent, we approached treated us like, why did you do that?  Why are you here and not there?  Well, it seemed questionable to us too, but this is what you all told us to do.  After a nice run through the airport, we defied all predictions of the travel assistant desk and made it to our gate, with enough time that the guy running the boarding line told us to go have a Guinness. Lol.  (Hubs tried but the bar had already closed.) 

So after our overseas flight and then one more connection we arrived with a sigh of relief to our vehicle in long-term parking to discover that the battery in the key fob was dead and we couldn’t get into the car.  And for some reason the manual key would not work as intended.  We called the airport car assistance people, and they sent out someone who tried to help us without success to break in to our car.  1:30 in the morning was a very inconvenient time to be having this problem.  Ultimately we flagged down a shuttle driver and borrowed the battery out of his personal key fob and was able to get in to our car.   And then we stole the batter out of our garage door opener to continue. It was definitely a puzzle. We stopped at a Whataburger for sustenance on the way home and pulled into the driveway at 3:45am.  (10:45am Dubrovnik time)

This capitalistic arrangement of American airline travel is so inhumane, if you ask me.  Forcing us to run from place to place, up in the air, down in the air, eat poor & expensive food, sit in filthy uncomfortable chairs for hours at a time, smashed against strangers, and expected to sleep in that position.  I get to the end of the “day” and I feel like I’ve been thrown off a cliff.  Why are we like this?  Charge a little bit (not a lot) more money and give us some chairs that turn into beds and I bet airlines would make back their profit because the average citizen will actually want to endure the overseas travel experience.  

We endure the torture because the adventures are worth it to us.  But at some point, my body won’t tolerate it anymore. 

Today is pajama day.  Not doing a thing, other than going to pick up my sweet baby Rory and bringing him back home.  

And catching up on House of the Dragon. 


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