My Zombie Morning

I would say this zombie girl resembles me, but that would be an insult to the zombie.  For real.
I made it home from Craft Weekend.  Barely.

The event ended promptly at noon, so by 1:00 all the girls who’d flown in were all deposited at the airport.  I had a 5:00 flight so although waiting four hours in the Wichita airport didn’t sound very appealing, I had some new friends to pass time with for a bit and a new book to read, so I figured it would just be bonus quiet time.  Which it was.  Until it wasn’t.

Thanks to bad weather in Illinois, my flight was cancelled.  Except American Airlines kept that a secret.  At 4:30 I pulled my up my mobile boarding pass on my iPhone in preparation for my 5:00 flight and saw that somehow my 70 minute direct-to-Chicago flight had now turned into a six hour adventure via Dallas.  Rob and the kids were already on the road to the airport.  They’d planned to take me out to dinner before he had to return to Missouri, but obviously that wasn’t going to happen.  Bummer.

Long story short, I made it to Dallas, got delayed another 90 minutes and finally got to Chicago at midnight.  Rob left the kids at home, picked me up, and we arrived home after 1:30 where he promptly turned around and left for his five hour drive back to work.  I am convinced he’s going to fall asleep behind the wheel one of these days and end up dead.  This position we’re in really, really…..SUCKS.  There’s no other word for it.

I laid in bed for another hour feeling terrible that my husband was on the road.  I finally fell asleep at 2:30 and the boys’ alarm went off at 6:00.  Instead of getting back a mom that was recharged and refueled, my kids woke up to a stressed out zombie and it makes me feel awful.  The little ones are excited to see me and I can barely see straight.

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I have three make-up sporting events that all start at 5:00 this evening.  It’s the perfect day to rip someone’s head off….preferably my own.

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