I am home. We left Boise at 8pm last night and drove to Salt Lake City where we flew out of this morning. Yesterday was our 6th anniversary. For some odd reason, Aaron and i are never actually together on our anniversary. Last year he was in Omaha on a job interview, the year before that, I was in California...and so on. So THIS year we had big plans to leave the kids behind and go out on a REAL date. (you know...not a "fork over tons of cash for babysitters date" or a "we'll watch your kids tomorrow night date" or a "put the kids to bed and have a date at home date"....I'm talking about the best kind there is date...a leave the kids with grandma date! Because we live so far away from both sets of grandparents, we have yet to experience the probably-over-rated kind of joy that we imagine can only come from dropping your kids off with your folks for a night. I was really looking forward to it. Unfortunately, things just got crazy, and there was just too much (fishing) to do and too many people (my sisters) to see, and our big anniversary date didn't happen this vacation. We'll celebrate another time, so
that's not a big deal at all. What kills me is that since we vetoed the big night out, it's like worlds collided to make the rest of the trip home as miserable as possible ... in a sick ironic way to remind us of why we needed a night out to begin with. Here's how our ended up instead:
We left Boise at 8pm, much later than planned We had a hotel booked in SLC near the airport because we had a 6am flight this morning and didn't want to make the almost-4 hour drive from boise in the crazy-early morning hours and result with grouchy kids. Instead we got INSANELY grouchy kids....but it was ok, because we made great time into Utah and could still squeeze in a decent nights sleep before a long day of traveling.
Until we were 13 miles outside of Salt Lake City. It was 11:30 when the construction cones and blinking merge arrows appeared. It was 1:30 am when we got into our hotel room 13 miles away. It was 3 am when Quincy went to sleep. It was 3:30 am when Reese went to sleep. It was 4:30am when we got our wake up call. We drove to the airport, returned the rental car, checked in, miraculously got through security ("excuse me Miss, but your infant needs to remove
her shoes as well...yeah those elastic socks with the pea pods on them...and the bow on her head....put them through the scanner please.") Followed by a 2 hour flight to Phoenix, a 2 and 1/2 hour layover there, a 2 and 1/2 hour flight from Phoenix to Tulsa, and a 2 and 1/2 drive home from there to bella vista. That is 21 hours of traveling with a 2 yr old and a 7 month old...and a 31 yr old who has to go back to a weeks worth of work tomorrow.
Needless to say, I'm exhausted...and there is not enough chocolate in the world to help me recover from my travels today.
OH! And Quincy cut her first tooth yesterday...so that was fun.
And the airline sent our Luggage to Philidelphia. yes Philidelphia ...seriously.