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No update yesterday because, frankly, after a nine-plus hour travel ordeal (four hour layover in BWI, followed by the absolute worst Screaming Children From Hell flight to NOLA ("Who's the asshole who says this flight stops in Birmingham? It sure the fuck didn't on the way up."), we were fucking beat.
I think it's high time someone opened either a "Child/Family-Friendly" airline that caters to travelling nuclear units (larger bathrooms to allow for changing diapers, padded seatbacks to obviate seat-kicking disturbances, maybe even seatback screens with family-oriented programming to help ossify the youngsters), or, said another way, a child-averse airline (or schedule of flights) catering to business travellers and those of us who really, really, really don't want to be sonically abused for hours on end when a dozen under-fives feel like having a synchronized tantrum.
The only satisfaction we got yesterday was from the fact that the seat-kicker behind us was probably eight or nine, and looked appropriately alarmed when K & I popped up, turned around, and growled "Knock it off," (I would have added "before I feed you your fucking legs" if I'd had to do it a second time).
Not too beat to discover the hidden bunny, but still. Priorities. *grin*
Okay, enough recap - I need to recover several parcels from the FedEx depot, get cat litter, and pay rent before resuming with the packing and hardware resucitation. It was good to see family, but it's also damn good to be home, if only for two days before hauling ass to Gothopia.
I think it's high time someone opened either a "Child/Family-Friendly" airline that caters to travelling nuclear units (larger bathrooms to allow for changing diapers, padded seatbacks to obviate seat-kicking disturbances, maybe even seatback screens with family-oriented programming to help ossify the youngsters), or, said another way, a child-averse airline (or schedule of flights) catering to business travellers and those of us who really, really, really don't want to be sonically abused for hours on end when a dozen under-fives feel like having a synchronized tantrum.
The only satisfaction we got yesterday was from the fact that the seat-kicker behind us was probably eight or nine, and looked appropriately alarmed when K & I popped up, turned around, and growled "Knock it off," (I would have added "before I feed you your fucking legs" if I'd had to do it a second time).
Not too beat to discover the hidden bunny, but still. Priorities. *grin*
Okay, enough recap - I need to recover several parcels from the FedEx depot, get cat litter, and pay rent before resuming with the packing and hardware resucitation. It was good to see family, but it's also damn good to be home, if only for two days before hauling ass to Gothopia.
