Well, here I am sitting at the Atlanta Airport on a rainy morning, a layover enroute to Dulles Airport in Washington, D.C. I am on my way to my book signing in Springfield, VA and am looking forward to my hotel room and a hot bath.
I was supposed to be on the 6am plane and change in Cincinnati, Ohio - but my suitcase was too big and I was not able to carry it on, and was too late to check it. Thinking since I had checked in online from the comfort of my home and in my jammies, I never thought they could stop me from getting on because of a big suitcase.
Truth be known, the suitcase is practically empty, because I planned on shopping when I got there. Whose bright idea was it to book such an early flight, anyway?
Knowing I had to be at the airport early in the morning, I had to bring the 'boys' to "Grandmas", the night before. A nice retired Xerox exec who now blissfully runs a kennel, she knew my situation. Its the first time my beloved and I are traveling at the same time and there was no one to watch the kids. Even the cat was looking at me as if to say "Where the hell is everybody?"
I cried when I dropped them off, and then laughed at myself while recognizing the absurdity.
I used to cry when I dropped my babies off at day care too, and it seems things haven't changed.
Bagging up their bones and rolling their special blankies, I kept it together as they were ushered into the large stall that holds them. They go nuts if they are not together, another similarity they share with their human siblings.
Groggily waking at 4:30 am, I drove the hour to the airport and was met with the news of my change in travel arrangements. I wished there was a way I could have texted them to say I missed them.
But I also remember the kids never had a problem going to day care, that I was the only one that was blubbering and they had a great time while they were there.
Here's hoping the boys feel the same way.
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