My husband, Jason and I didn't go to bed last night, out last night together and all. ("Wink, wink, say no more.")
At 4am we woke the kids, loaded up his bags, and left. The kids fell back asleep.
I made it 15 minutes before the puking started. I always get car sick but this time was 100 times worse. I couldn't stop. And than as I saw how freaking far out the airport was (I've never been.) I started to freak out because I am not a driver, I do fine around our small town but anything else - not so much. And it was so foggy!
We got to the airport late, at 7am, and his plane was leaving at 7:45 so he just pulled up to the front, we got out and got his bags, he gave us each a hug, told me "Just stay on 264 until you see the I540 and take exit 64, which comes out by your mom's and you can get home from there", kissed me and ran to the gate. While I stood there next to the car, in the fog, trying not to throw up, and bawled. lol
I got back in the car and thank god the kids had fallen back asleep. Following 264 back to the interstate wasn't to bad, except for the fog. But, OMG!, the interstate! I never drive over 55 on a good day, so there I was putting along with all the cars zooming by me flipping me off and honking and no where to pull over to throw up. Not fun. It was just horrible.
But I made it and got to the exit but the exit had 2 ways to turn and I ended up in the wrong one and had to go the the wrong way for a while until I found a place to turn around. An than another OMG, there was more construction. There were cones EVERYWHERE but no workers and no signs and I had no idea which road to take and ended up going down a one way with cars coming at me!!!! Lots of honking and people yelling at me but I finally got out of there and on the right road.
And made it home. I was never so happy to see home. I felt so much better just walking the door and it made me think. Will I ever feel that way about our apartment in Ireland? Will that feel like home?
And how in gods name am I going to make it 15 hours on a plane with the blasted motion sickness!!!
Jason called me after his first flight to make sure we had made it home ok, he had worried the whole flight about me driving home. He only had a second so I didn't get to talk, just know that he made it to his first stop ok.
I miss him already. :\\\'(