Haven’t posted in a while, what with grading exams and papers pretty much the day before setting off for Houston to see my in-laws for Christmas break. The 3 1/2-hour flight to Houston was really hard on poor Izzy; she threw up twice, after a week-long bout with cold and cough and fever.
Once we got there she got a bad case of diarrhea and diaper rash (the result of cheap diapers from Kroger’s). All that and the fact that Friendswood is a dry town! (My mother-in-law got me and my father-in-law a six-pack of Tsingtao from Chinatown a few days later.)
The return flight home was pure hell — we woke up at 4, got Izzy up at 5, to get to the George Bush Intercontinental Airport (figures) at 6 for a United Airlines flight at 7:15. We lined up for an hour and a half to find that it was delayed for a couple of hours, then until 12 a.m. Izzy at this point was already extremely cranky. Then we discover (just by strolling to the ticketing counters) that the flight was altogether cancelled, and that we had to line up again for another hour for rebooking.
Madeline runs off to try to find her brother Arthur a couple of terminals away (he was dropping his parents off at that point), and by sheer luck we get a Northwest flight instead to Minneapolis at 1 pm, and then from there to SFO. This effectively doubled our flight time, not to mention the agony of dealing with poor sleep-deprived Izzy (who only wanted to held by Mommy).
We finally arrived at home around 8:30 in the evening, over 12 hours after our original flight was supposed to leave. By then Izzy had vomited yet again after too much milk (it was the only thing that could calm her down, what with her crankiness and the air pressure on her ears), and Madeline had been holding her for hours.
No wonder UA has filed for bankruptcy. Such service was absolutely intolerable.