How long will it take to LAUGH about it?

Let me give you the run down:

• Wake up at 5:30 to sit on the phone for an hour and a half attempting to get on an earlier flight.
• No avail.
• 7:00-Boys wake, and the day begins with the question "Is it time to get on the airplane yet?".  The answer is "NO! Not for NINE more hours." (Picture trying to delay an anxious 3 year old for 9 hours).  And this was just the beginning.
• 2:00 PM I get to the airport 2 full hours early, just to be sure, because the kind lady I'd talked to EARLY that morning had warned that they had oversold the plane by 7 seats.  
• 4:30-I am supposed to be taking flight, and then announce DELAY #1.
• 5:30-They announce DELAY #2
• 6:00-They announce DELAY #3
• 7:30-Flight numero uno departs.
• 10:15- Flight lands I have 15 minutes to get me and my two boys and four bags and carseat and double stroller through the airport and onto the next plane--hence I take off RUNNING.  
• I arrive at gate B 25, just as instructed where a flight is departing to St. Louis.  What?  I'm not going to St. Louis, I'm going to Boston.  
• Wait in line to find out where I'm supposed to be.
• RUN with my two boys and four bags and carseat and double stroller BACK down the 25 gates, ride the train back to terminal T.  And begin running again to make it to next fake out gate.
• Again told wrong place.  By this time I am in full on sweat and it is 10:45.  I have no clue if the plane has left or not and HEAVEN FORBID they actually have the gate assignment monitors hanging in needed places.
• I once again I attempt to run, but lets be honest-at this point it is pretty much a walk, to the third place, Graham is STILL on my hip in the sling and Hugh has begun snoring in the stroller. 
• I get to the third place (in a completely separate terminal again) and sit down embarrassed how winded I am.  The gal next to me begins chatting with Graham and asks where we are headed to, and when I say "Boston", she says "oh, they just announced that they've moved the gate assignment."
• I say thanks and begin to walk VERY SLOWLY to my said gate.
• The tears begin. Lightly though.
• I arrive at "the gate" and am afraid to even look at the screen to see if I am in the right place.  I attempt to ask a lady if I can park snoring Hugh and stroller by her so I can weave to the front and figure it out.
• I would've asked politely, but instead I begin crying.  Like totally and in embarrassing amounts crying.
• I squat down to try and hide my tears, but did a horrible job.  I quickly learned how kind people are and how willing they are to help.  I immediately had hand shakes and offers help.  Unfortunately I was going to need it.  Because next we got:
• Delay #1 (for this flight, or if you're keeping a running total Delay #4 for the day)
• Delay #2 ( "   "    "                                        Delay #5 "  "  "       )
• Delay #3 ( "   "   "                                         Delay #6  "  "   "   )  
• 12:30 AM we board plane for flight number 2.  It takes 4 people to get me and my sleeping Hugh and hyper (hasn't slept a wink) Graham, carseat, four bags, and stroller on the plane.
• Unfortunately it is quickly pointed out I have sat in the completely wrong row and we need to move 9 rows forward.  (Be proud of me---no tears)  Have you ever tried to move the wrong direction on a plane?  Practically impossible.  So at this point, there are like 5 different men passing my things and children up over the seats and the rows to try to get us seated and the heck out of the way.  Hugh has since woken up and is crying, which of course triggers Graham to scream as well.  ( I hope you're envisioning this as I write...can you feel my desperation?)
• We get to appropriate row, buckled in, Graham falls asleep at 12:47 AM.  Hugh stops crying and is ready to load his PEZ dispenser with orange flavored candies and get the party started.  I convince him to wait a minute and the boys BOTH fall asleep.
• 3:30 a.m. we land in Boston.  I greet the workers coming in to get the morning bagels and coffee going because it is the next day and horrifically early---or is it late by that point? I have no idea.
• 4:30 Everyone is tucked into bed.
• Don't worry, the boys slept all the way in to 8:00.

So I just can't figure out: How long will it take to laugh about it?