A prayer for patience

We haven't stepped on the plane yet and I am already starting to realize what I have gotten myself into by traveling with the folks! Last night I fielded multiple phone calls from both Mom and Dad about their seats on the 9 hour flight to Holland. They are in row 31, and Dad was convinced he would be in the back next to the toilets and it needed to be changed right away. I think I was finally able to get him to understand that row 31 is close to the middle of the plane - an Airbus 330-200 - and that he should be happy he wasn't in row 42, the *real* last row of the plane. This morning, I am dealing with Mom, a bit frantic after they discovered that the circle Dad drew around the departure time on their reservation print-out covered up the "1" and we are really departing at 12:55 PM, not 2:55 PM. It could be a loooooong 2 weeks!! :-)