Happy What?
So, I can either come to one of two conclusions this Valentine’s Day.
1. I am a total and complete idiot.
2. We were not meant to go to California this week.
I, personally, favor option one, though as for the truth, only God knows. I have been planning this trip for weeks. It was a huge sacrifice of time, money, and sanity to make the committment to fly by myself with three boys aged 5 and under for 5+ hours. Plus airport time. It was the single most well prepared for a trip I’ve ever been. Yet I somehow mis-remembered the time of departure. I even planned to be at the airport 2 whole hours early (there was a mix-up and they seated me and my two other ticketed boys all in separate rows so I was hoping to fix that) yet we still missed the flight. By about two hours. I checked and re-checked that departure time so SO many times. Yet I remembered I was supposed to be at the airport by 10am. Too bad the flight left at 7:40am.
SO, after melting down and bursting into tears and being infuriated over them "changing the time without notifying me" we tried to work things out many different ways. The only solution was to fly out Friday at an extra $1,000 all told. That’s including the credit from our California flight. Um, no. We can’t swing that right now. So, we’re done. We’re home. I have no defense. I looked at that itinerary at least four times that I can recall, and each time I confirmed that to be there early I’d have to be at the airport at 10am. Perhaps I would have literally gone insane and been committed to the local insane asylum had we made that flight. Perhaps they would not have rearranged and I would have been a nervous wreck with complete strangers taking care of my kids. Or worse. Perhaps we would have gotten into a wreck coming home from the airport. Perhaps Neils just really needed to start school here tomorrow and not next week. Perhaps I’m just an idiot. Any guesses?
Missy, I feel your pain. I think this type of thing runs in the family.
After my first semester at the BY of U I decided to go into graphic design and so I started the application into the School of Visual Arts. The application involved creativity tests, a brief art resume, and slides of all of our best art work. I came up with an awesome way of presenting all this and so, for the first time in my life, I didn’t procrastinate and I started getting everything ready. I read and re-read the qualifications carefully planned how and when I was going to do everything. Two days before I was to turn it all in I decided to double check with the office and make sure everything was okay.
“Hello. I have a small question about my application.”
“Application? What application?”
“Oh, you mean the one that was due an entire month ago?”
Yeah. I had looked over the paper so many times and somehow I always read the due date wrong.
In the end it worked out, but it was a rather stressful all-nighter that evening. It’s a good thing I hadn’t procrastinated.
so sad! I’m sorry that it didn’t work out! I hope that Conan made it a good Valentine’s Day anyways!
Well, Neils also had to get vaccinations so he could start Kindergarten so had a traumatic evening… we all ended up going to Chuck E. Cheeses. Conan and I stayed up late having a romantic evening … playing Star Wars Legos 2. Ah well, at least we got to be together!
Oh darlin’… I’d be crying too!!! I’m so sorry… I wish I was there to give you a hug. I’m sure that’s what you could use right now. If it is any consolation, I’d rather go to Chuck E Cheese any day vs. flying in a plane for 5 hours. I hope you are feeling better… hugs and love….