LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. — The plan had seemed simple enough. My family would come to Kentucky for Christmas and then, on the 26th, we would all head to Florida to join more relatives, along with my best friend Kristin and her family. But, as we all discovered, sometimes a plan don’t mean a thing.
I’m whipped into a frenzy, so excited to see my family I can’t sit still. The house is decorated, the presents are wrapped, the food is cooked and all that’s left is for them to just get here. But then I get a text message from my stepdad Peter: “BIG problems in Chicago. Best case is we arrive LEX at 11:30 tonight. 50/50 that we stay in Chicago and arrive in LEX tomorrow.”
My heart falls as I check the weather and see a monster blizzard sitting primly over the entire northeast.
Hours later, Peter text messages again, informing me that he and my mom won’t be getting into Kentucky until the following morning.
Disappointed but not devastated, my husband and I have a cozy evening at home, the lights glittering on the tree. I decide it’s just as well that they get all of the bad travel luck out of the way early so we can pull Christmas off without a hitch.
My mom and Peter arrive and I run out of the front door in bare feet and T-shirt to welcome them. Christmas feels like it’s firmly arrived until I get this text message from my little brother Matthew: “Just got deplaned because they can’t get the seat belt chime to stop.”
After getting off and on the plane several more times, Matthew and his wife Jennie are told the plane will not be leaving until the next morning.
At this point, I am feeling a pinch of holiday stress. I’m badly disappointed not to see my brother and am also unsure how to proceed with Christmas dinner, as I’d planned on us having our family feast the following day. It could still work if all goes as planned. But …