broken airplanes = busted plans

Tonight was our big day of travel. Tickets were purchased, plans made, flights organized, and children cared for....

And then the plane broke.

My mom was flying out from Chicago to watch the girls for the weekend while we went to Gus and Missi's wedding. We gave ourselves, what we thought, was plenty of time to pick her up from the airport, drop her and the girls off at home and then head to the airport for our red-eye flight. It was a fabulously, perfect plan...

And then the plane broke.

Her flight was very, very, very delayed. We waited and waited and waited and realized this was not going to happen. YaYa's plane was broken and her quick flight out turned in to a 11 hour day of travel for her. B had to leave for the airport without me since he is the best man. He couldn't miss the plane. I hung out with the girls at home until YaYa arrived. Poor YaYa, she finally made it to our house at 4 am!

I went to bed at 4 am and then spent the day trying to reschedule my ticket, without much luck. I guess I'm crashing YaYa's girls weekend and will have to just see pictures of the wedding like everyone else.

Stupid broken airplane.