Mondays and Screaming Kids
My one hour flight this morning never felt longer. I had two obnoxious kids sitting in front of me this morning. I felt so bad for their mother. She was traveling alone with them. One must have been around 5 and liked screaming just for the heck of it. He wasn't crying, just making unintelligibly loud noises. The younger one - probably about a year old - was actually crying. It was dreadful. I was hoping they'd wear themselves out and fall asleep - apparently it wasn't meant to be.

I'm getting good at this Monday morning thing. I rolled out of bed at 4:50 and was sitting at my gate at the airport by 6:15. Okay, you're probably thinking that that's 1 hour and 25 minutes - plenty of time. Okay, but in that 1 hour and 25 minutes, I showered, ate breakfast, watched the weather about 6 times because it was going by too fast (or maybe I was still half asleep), packed my suitcase (yes, I waited until this morning to pack), drove the 31.5 miles to the airport, parked my car in it's usual parking space on the 3rd floor of the parking garage, and made it through security. Oh, and they only had one line at security open. I had over an hour to wait before my flight. Guess I could sleep in a bit more. Since our flight was 25 minutes late this morning, I actually ended up with about an hour and a half of waiting at the gate - that's too long for a seasoned traveler such as myself.

Now, there was something I wanted to share with you about yesterday, but I can't remember what it was. No, it wasn't the thing which I won't talk about on here which was the subject of our conversation at lunch (if you want to know, ask me via e-mail). And, I'm sure it probably wasn't...well, what else was there? Boy, my life is boring. This will drive me nuts. Oh well....check back later for updates.

By the way, my bedroom will be officially "unveiled" this Friday. I made extreme progress this weekend. Not as much as I would have liked. But, I think the remaining bit of work is totally do-able when I'm down to the wire. I just can't be productive if I know I have any sort of cushion. I work much better under pressure. So, Julie, what time can I expect you on Friday to help???? I'll let you play with the Dyson!!! Just kidding.....