Why you ask?
Well my hubby and I are both self employed, so time off from the office means no PTO. Thus we came after the conference started. Then we had a crappy time getting here. We were that family RUNNING down the airport concourse at the last call for boarding. Thus we missed breakfast for my daughter and I. (Neither of us should ever go hungry, let alone hungry together, it's just plain UGLY!) Then when we made our connecting flight the next gate was supposed to be close, it wasn't. And two of us were hungry, not pretty. (How my husband still comes home and doesn't move to Antartica I just don't know) OK then I look out the window to see our next plane is literally a puddle jumper with like propellers on the wings. SCARY-for me at least. So we then sat on the tarmac longer than it took to fly to our final destination. Oh, we did get food before we got into that tiny thing called a plane.
We landed and I took a big sigh of relief. Boy did I sigh too early. Yep the bag with ALL my and my daughter's stuff- under ware, diapers, clothes, those necessary stuffed animals for sleeping, etc, was LOST. I mean lost. The airline didn't know if it even got on a plane. They had NO recording of even tagging that thing at the desk. Yet we saw them tag it, we had a paper with some number and bar code and we handed it off to a TSA agent who had no other bags to deal with. Let me back up for a sec, our darling daughter woke up bright and early, eager for the day to begin at 3am. When we landed it was almost 10am.
Bless our family for giving us a place to stay while I was to attend this conference. However we had moved up a time zone and they were hungry. Off to eat lunch (we just had breakfast..) Lovely daughter fell asleep in the car. For like 15 minutes. That was her ONLY nap all that day. The airline didn't find our bag until dinner time. It had landed at our final airport destination an HOUR after we had. Then they decided to fly it to us, which put it in Asheville, NC at midnight. But they couldn't get it to us until 1030am the NEXT day. So of course we headed off to Target and got the necessary things to survive until the next day. The airlines did get our bag to us, before the 24 hour rule (which means anything that we bought they didn't have to pay for) but the bag was broke. Once we had the bag I found that my husband had repacked it before we left and packed all my conference clothes so they were wrinkled and looking shabby. I hate hate hate ironing!
My hubby then agreed to drive me to the conference. Low and behold he turned on the highway going the WRONG way. I was even later than I thought I would be. I got there so late I didn't get a great swag bag. Kinda sad, it looked pretty good. Not the worst thing ever. Now go back to the grandparents to find my daughter's digestive system is working on overload so she pooped while napping and thus didn't nap for long. Oh I forgot to state it was a nightmare to get her to take a nap anyways...Our darling daughter decided to wake up from nigh-nigh after sleeping 5 hours and never really went back to bed. I ended up sleeping on a couch because anything I did to try to help her sleep she screamed at me and started crying.
Be well, Be happy-
Tara S. Dickherber, M.Ed, CPC
1 comment:
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You were NOT kidding. This makes my week look tame. LOL!! I'm sorry I'm laughing, as this had to be stress off the charts. But I just LOVE the brutally honest way you wrote it. It is magnificent and so are YOU!! Yes, dear Tara you are amazing. Wow! You have the patience 100 nuns. I bow down to you.
I was so exhausted when I did my video post yesterday that I didn't even tell the whole story and still don't have energy to do it. I was going to on the video, but I think I was so tired that laughter and wackiness just poured out. I obviously didn't plan out that video. It was very impromptu. Good thing for make up and baseball caps. :))) They hide a multitude of stresses. :)
I felt so much kindness toward you reading this. You are a brave and good soul. You just really touched my heart. Hugs to you dear Tara. REAL HUGS!!! You've earned them ten times over. Robin
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