Ehmagod, I´m soo exhausted

You are probably wondering why I haven't written since the day we were supposed to leave, emphasis on the supposed to. What happened, anyhow, was this:
In the morning, we wake up, go about our day, and then, when it's time, leave to the airport. Nothing unusual hppened at the airport; it was the plane that was being weird. We get on the plane, so far everything is going fine. We're thinking, oh, at this rate we'be able to reach that 7:10 flight in no time. A while later, we thought, okay, maybe not the 7:10 one, maybe the 11:20 one. NOT A CHANCE. We missed both flights, and ended up sittting on the plane for nearly 6 hours. We finally got off, retrieved our baggage, and my dad came and took us home. The next day, which was Sunday, yesterday, we did the same things, except the flight to JFK Airport went at 2:10. That one was fine; we got there somewhat on time, but we definatley were'nt in a hurry, since our next flight was supposed to leave at 8:20 (more emphasis on the supposed to.). Yeah. No. That one went 3 hours late; not as bad as the other one, but still. The plane ride was succesful, and I am now here in the comfort of my grandparents' nice apartment.
That's it for now. Bye!!