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We got home from Virginia tonight, and (as usual) there were some travel complications. In other words, my littles should have been in bed around their normal time instead of three hours late. My favorite gem of the day was the part where Baby G’s checked car seat came through looking like it had been chewed apart. It was quite lovely. So I stood in the little baggage office — you know the one, it’s where really angry passengers go to yell at the poor unsuspecting counter employees — while Husband went to get the car and found that the battery was dead and….. yeah. Things like that.
So we had some not-insignificant delays, which means I’m definitely not writing the blog post I had intended for tonight.
On a similar trip to Virginia, two years ago, a baggage cart crashed into the wing of our plane as we all stood there waiting to board it. The plane was eventually declared unsafe to operate, despite the fact that the only damage done was to the paint on the wing. And because Hurricane Sandy was making her way up the east coast, our plane had been the last one scheduled to fly out that day. So Husband and I spent the next three days in a hotel in Norfolk, waiting for another opportunity to get home. Oh, right– Big E was with us, although at that time he was Little E, not quite two years old and definitely NOT the type of kid to be content in the same hotel room for three days.
So here’s the deal: tonight, I’m home. My family is safe and in our own beds. The problems have been resolved.
And had I not spent the past few weeks focused on the topics I’ve been presenting in this blog, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be looking at the situation this way. So thank you. Thank you for allowing me to #write31days on the topic of flourishing in motherhood. I think I’m starting to get there.