I went to Utah for our baby's blessing this last week and the traveling was disasterous........every thing that could go wrong, did - well nearly everything, we didn't crash. I had decided to try to fly stand by on JetBlue, but got stranded in the JFK airport overnight. Normaly this would have been bad but do-able, but with an infant it was horrible. My husband got us a room at a nearby hotel, but when I got there the room was dirty. So I called down to the front office, a man answered and told me he was sending housekeeping. Half an hour later with a screaming baby and no housekeeping, I called again. This time a woman answered and told me that she would just get me another room (figures that a woman would get the job done and a man would try to send someone else....), but when we went to the other room it was dirty as well. Well at about 1:30 am I finally got into a clean room, and was able to calm the baby down. Then every hour I got a call from orbitz for my husband's flight to "update" him. I didn't sleep more than 45 min. incriments that night and then had to be up at 7am. The next day I flew to L.A. trying to get on a flight from there to SLC...JetBlue only flies into SLC from two places, JFK and Long Beach. But by the time I got to L.A. the Long Beach flight was full, so my husband (who had left our home after I had, and gotten there before I did) bought me a ticket to SLC. It took me two days to fly there, and I was exauhsted. Of course the whole time we were out there we wanted to see people and friends and family.....so no time for real rest yet. The blessing was great, ton's of people came, 36 just from my family and my mom's twin's fam. but not all of my siblings or aunties kids came...I come from a pretty big family. I stayed a day longer than my husband and my in-laws, bless them, decided just to buy me a ticket home instead of me trying to do stand-by again. So I flew all day that tuesday and got to the airport looking forward to getting home, even though I still had a two hour drive to get home, and the airline had lost a piece of my luggage. I lost it, I just started to cry. I called my hubby and blubbered to him while I was waiting in line to talk to baggage claim customer service (20 min.). There were 3 people ahead of me in line and they heard me, and were kind enough to let me go first. I finally got home around 11pm that night, and the only thing that made everything feel better was that I missed all of the airport mess because of the british terror alerts by one day. Can you believe it? And this is the abbreviated version!!!!