I guess I should start with Friday. I have to admit that when I was packing everything Thursday and Friday that I was having an inner panic attack. I was suddenly very scared of something bad happening. I kept hearing that voice in my head saying that I was an absolute idiot for leaving my kids. What if my plane crashed and my kids were left without a mother all because I wanted a weekend of fun?? I had to repeatedly reassure myself that I wasn't doing anything wrong and my freaking out was little more than nerves and an overactive imagination. This didn't stop me from leaving love-notes under my daughter’s pillows and damn near video taping a message to them in case something DID happen. Yeah, I know, I'm insane :P
So, I am sitting in the airport waiting to board and reading a Nora Roberts book. Every time I read one of her books, I get pissed off at myself. By the time I am done with the book, I am all melancholy. It really makes you want to be in that kind of love. I tell myself to stay away from her stuff and then I read more and want what she is writing about more! lol Anyway, I was reading to keep my brain distracted until I had to get on the plane. Why is it that I never get to sit by some gorgeous doctor on the plane? Huh? The Universe always puts me next to either some fiftyish man or some chatty chic. Not fair! I am walking down the aisle to get to my seat and I walk by something like ten HOT guys and then I end up sitting by the business chic on the way there. Oh and in case you were in need of something to snicker at, I totally whacked my head on the overhead compartment twice when getting into my seat.
So, then the flight. It was windy as all hell on Friday and that flight was bumpin' and shakin' the entire time. Scared the shit out of me. It was a Friday flight from San Antonio to Dallas so it was full of business people heading home and none of them batted an eyelash at the turbulence while I was trying so hard not squeal like a girl. I grabbed the seat in front of me twice when the plane dropped. The guy two seats over never stopped his crossword puzzle. Those business people have nerves of steel.
I arrived at DFW at 4:50 and was greeted by the girl in the pink cowboy hat whom I will call 'SB'. She was exactly what I pictured her to be. Organized, a sweetheart, gracious, and just plain awesome. She had the BEST parking place! We chatted on the way to the hotel... I say 'we', I should say I rambled incessantly and she patiently listened to my babbling, lol.
part two...
Labels: Being Mommy, Dallas Trip
