A Murderous Trip Home.

Well... after a little over a week I figured I would post something new, here it goes.

Let me first start off with the drama that kicked off this past week. No, no arguments-- just my usual space-cadet moments. Let me explain: I was skyping my DH (SO COOL i know) and was talking to him about my visit and how things were going. I missed him a whole bunch; and we got into a conversation about being prepared to leave. Uh duh, no I was not prepared... thats just not my style, but I had all the next day to get packed for my departure Wednesday. Or so I thought. My fantastic husband non-challantly noted that my plane left tomor

row not wednesday. Of course, I KNEW this to be false and told him so and we spent the next several minutes "yeah huh" and "nu-uh'ing" until my husband pulled out that itinerary I had printed for myself and left in the car mistakenly.

Whoops.

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Man I hate to be wrong, but what was even worse was telling my parentals that I was sadly mistake and would be cutting the visit one day short. My bad. As I'm sure you probably could understand that night was a sad one. My parents were devastated no doubt but dealt with blow in a fairly understanding mode; I was grateful for that but felt horrible.

Anyways, the next day came and went and pretty soon I was boarding my first plane back to Monterey. The first plane wasn't so bad. The plane attendants usually seat single parents with a lap child by an empty chair to give them a break and for that I am always thankful but my 2 hour flight turned into a 3 hour nightmare because I ran out of snacks the

princess would eat and we were flying into a thunderstorm which had the Minneapolis airport only utilizing one runway which meant lots of planes circling round' and round' until it was "their" turn to land. It was awful. I also had a layover for 50 minutes which I thought I would be able to give Adeliene time to stretch her legs, but considering that t

he plane I was on was the same plane I would be taking off with again I knew that wouldn't be a possibility.

Oh wait, whats that? We are changing planes? Are you kidding me right now? And its on the other side of the airport! WHAT! GREAT I'm gonna miss my flight because we have been circling the freaking ground for 50 minutes.

Well I jet off the airplane once we land and run to the other gate with Adeliene hanging under my arm as I struggle to carry a diaper bag, and carry-on suitcase. I made it just in time. Ha. In time to notice the whole gate was packed with people waiting on a flight was wasn't leaving for an hour.

We'll thats a relief.

I ended up getting home just a little over an hour later than planned but had to spend the 4 hour flight home seated between two LARGE men. So much for the extra-seat (but I guess it will DEFINITELY help me more appreciate it when I am available to receive one). When we landed I had to put the carseat in the car and drive us 2 hours home. Normally wouldn't be so bad exc

ept the dash lights were out and it was 1 in the am. So pitch black and I couldn't see. :(. The DH had school that morning so me driving was a bit of a necessity unfortunately. Once we finally got home my little girl and I slept so hard and so long, one might have thought that we were dead.

It felt so good to be home and in our own beds though. Home sweet home never rang truer than after a murderous trip home like we had both experienced.