Picture it

My husband has been gone 9 out of the last 10 days.
Let me repeat that for you.
My husband has been gone 9 out of the last 10 days.
I have 2 children who are so slobbery gooey sick.
They both have fevers.
Miles weighs TOO much to lug around, but the sweet thing was just so sick.
I'm supposed to pick up Dave at the airport at 5:30 in time for him to come home, eat with us, bathe the kids...HIM, not me...and put them to bed while I finally let out a deep breath and relax.

Dave's first flight was delayed by 20 minutes and when he arrived in Chicago he had to sit on the runway for 45 minutes waiting for a place to pull in.

Dave had an hour layover.

DO the math people. 20 minute delay + 45 minutes on a runway = 65 minutes.

Dave missed his &@(#)!@#(@)#*&&$*&&#^(* flight. (insert exactly what you think I was saying. You were right)

Imagine how irritated I was. I was not in the mood to get off my lazy butt and continue being the only one in charge of 2 sick kids, but, I did it.

Luckily he is only 2 1/2 hrs away by car, but after 9 days alone with 2 kids I was just SOOO ready for him to come home.

Thank GOD my kids are now snug in their beds and I just cracked open a much needed bottle of wine.