Happy Mother’s Day to all the women reading this (we are all mother’s) I had to work, but this is what I woke up to. My husband says he feels really sorry for me. I actually had a nice day, it started with ice coffee on my balcony followed by a walk on the beach, for those of you who don’t recognize where this is, it is Cancun Mexico.

Of course all good things must come to an end and I had three flights to work before heading home. Luckily, I LOVED the two women I was flying with. We laughed for two days straight, they were too much fun. We had so much “jumpseat talk” that’s what I thought I was going to blog about but I have a better story. I kind of feel bad now but at the time I couldn’t stand the Captain of our flight. He just rubbed me the wrong way, and it wasn’t just me everyone else felt the same way.

First of all, he has “short man” disease bad! He had to let us know that he’s an FDO, Flight Deck Officer, meaning he packs heat. Normally, that is information we need to know, however, he wasn’t carrying on this trip so there wasn’t any reason to tell us. He let us know he would defend us with his trusty fingers as he wiggled them in the air at us. He is also one of these guys that in an effort to save money on fuel won’t start the airplanes APU, and lets everyone sweat to death until we get in the air. You know how nice that is if you have had the pleasure of experiencing this.

Ok, so we get to work, our first leg, I am sweating my bum off and I count my meals and realize I only have half of what I should have, so I call the lead FA and tell her, I head up the cabin to count passengers and half way up, the lead passes me and lets me know our little nugget (our pet name for the captain)wants her to check my count! Well, I am hot and bothered at this point so I finish my head count and proceed to the flight deck and as I hand him the count I mention that I’ve been doing this job for fifteen years and I know how to count. Of course he got defensive…blah…blah…blah and this was how our trip started out.

We arrived in Cancun and we both apologized, I was very hot, which is irritating and he did continue to be annoying with very stupid humor.

Fast Forward, the next morning on the van I was talking to the First Officer about kids, and he was asking who stays with Lucy, so I explained that Kevin is a Fire Fighter and we work around each other. As soon as I mentioned Fire Fighter our little nugget said, “I remember you, San Antonio, about five years ago. Your husband came on our layover and we all went out to a night club.”

OH MY GOD!!!!!! Yes, we all went out to a place called Polyesters where he and this other FA got trashed and dirty danced all night while Kevin and I were overly entertained. The real kicker, they were both married! This is the part I feel bad about, when he said that, I said “Oh yeah, you were both married getting it on, on the dance floor.” OOPS, just slipped. Oh, and the FA lost her cookies all over the hallway floor of the hotel when we got back.So, nugget says those days are over, he’s well behaved now….truth is better than fiction I swear.The sad part is I wouldn’t have even remembered had he kept his mouth shut.

The best part of my day was being picked up at the airport by Kevin and Lucy and coming home to a dozen roses, and an Elmo Mommy card. I had a few hours with Lucy before bed and had my Mother’s Day today with her. We spent the whole day hanging out with lots of hugs and kisses and went to the park for at least a couple hours, the weather couldn’t have been more perfect!