i have three hours to kill at the chicago airport. while that may irritate other travelers, to a mom of young kids it sounds fabulous! except for the fact it's 183 degrees in here. as in i had to chance clothes in the bathroom... as i was dressed for winter. as in i'm getting a tan in here. as in i'm seeing mirages of bodies of water... luckily they have starbucks. nothing an iced cinnamon dolce latte can't handle.
oddly, it was harder to leave the little guy than the baby. i hadn't anticipated that. he's sick, running a high fever and wanting mommy a lot. it was hard to explain to him that it's just a few days and he can't come on the plane with me. esme was blissfully unaware of what was going on so she was smiling and talking away as usual. i hadn't expected the kids to have anxiety about me leaving until i remembered that i never leave them. they're just used to me always being there.
i wonder if i could sleep sitting up in this chair without falling off? i'd probably snore, i do that when i have a cold.
this post isn't keeping my interest... sorry for the boringness :)
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