Well after that, all civility and trying to make the best of a bad situation was gone. We stood and fought over what to do, where to go, and what to eat, all in big huff.
Finally I said that I didn’t care where we went; I just wanted to sit down. So he picked this barbecue place and I said, “I’m sitting down—just order me the same as whatever you get.” I sat there waiting with the two girls and trying to refocus and calm down.
Faith had been saying for a while that she wanted a root beer and I had said that the carrot cake looked good. Jason stood in line for some time and came back holding a tray with one root beer and one piece of carrot cake. When I asked if we were going to have to wait for our food, he announced that he couldn’t decide what to get so he didn’t get anything. I said, “WHAT?”
So, angry all over again, I started eating my carrot cake, and of course it being the only thing edible, they all wanted some. Meanwhile, Faith’s drink did not come with a lid, and she was sitting in front of me making me really nervous. I kept nagging Jason to watch her so she wouldn’t spill it. “Uh huh,” he’d reply. So guess what? Yep, pretty soon she knocked her cup over and can you guess where every drop of root beer went? That’s right, all over me and Joy, and not even a drop on dear old “uh huh” Dad! There was more grumbling, but it was time to go wait to board our plane, so off we went.
They finally called us to board. For future reference, I wouldn’t recommend getting your tickets through Priceline.com when you have little ones because you just get seated in whatever seats are scattered throughout the plane. Joy was too little to need a seat, so at least she got to sit with me. One nice person offered to switch so we ended up pretty close together. The rest of the people would not change seats to let us sit together…