
Tuesday March 10th, we awoke around 7:30am, ate breakfast, washed the dishes, got dressed and made sure we had everything that we needed for the next 2.5 months. We had arranged an airport shuttle at 9:00am and off we went. We checked our bags and went through security easily. We got tickets for our first two flights, but not for the last. We figured we would get it from the desk just before boarding. On our flight from Austin to Dallas, Paul's seat wasn't with mine and Glenn's. Not sure why, but he wasn't far--just diagonally behind us. We got off that plane, walked to the next gate and immediately boarded the next plane to Miami. That flight we were all together. Then when we got off in Miami, we had enough time to exit the plane and get right to our next gate. They had had some issue with the plane, but they were about to board. Paul went to the desk to get our tickets printed. It seemed to take him a long time, so Glenn and I went over to see if everything was okay. No, it wasn't. Paul had asked for our tickets and we were all in seats all around the plane--not close to one another. Um, that's not going to work with a 5-year old! So he asked if they could find seats that were together. She said she'd work on it, but in the meantime she had helped about 30 other people--who were after Paul--get their seats together. I guess they were originally going to be on a plane with a different seat configuration a 3-4-3 I think, but this new plane was a 2-5-2. So I'm not sure why all the seats got messed up, but apparently they did for a lot of people.
She finally gave new tickets to Paul, but they were still not all together, and even the seats for Glenn and I weren't right next to one other. We were in the same row, but across the aisle from each other. Still not going to work. Oh, and the ticket that was for Paul didn't have his name on it--it was another person's name! So he had to ask her to fix that. Eventually we boarded the plane--one of the last ones, but we still didn't have seats together. When we got on the plane I asked the stewardess about seeing if we could ask the person next to Glenn to switch with me so I could sit with my son. She said that she wasn't allowed to make any changes. Grr. But thankfully the lady who had been at the ticket counter was on the plane and she took control. She went to our seats and asked the girl who was sitting there to move over. In the end that was the best because she had been split from her mom. So now Glenn and I were together and she and her mom were together. And Paul was about 20 rows behind us, at least on the same side. We were bummed about that, but in the end there was nothing we could do about it.