Yeah, witty is not something I possess. But I had grand plans . . . you know, thoughts that lasted 2 seconds a piece . . . to take pics at the Vegas airport, also known as Mcarren Airport . . . and lay out our trip home.
But, alas, leaving one’s parents for an undetermined amount of time after visiting for two short weeks . . . well, a bit more emotional than I had imagined. Hey, its been two years since I traveled down there.
So, camera forgotten in the midst of tearful goodbyes and nap-dreprived tots, there are none to share. And the camera was buried at the bottom of my diaper bag . . . really really buried.
Because an event with me never goes uncomplicated I managed to forget to replace my missing drivers license before trying to fly out December 25th . . . I had my expired license, but they don’t much care for those.
So, feeling like somebody trying to get away with terrorism, I was searched, patted down and just plain complicating the, already toddler-complicated, process of getting through security. I think its some subconscious thing for me to make sure all aspects of anything I do are slightly askew . . . organized-easy is not my way apparently.
Not so bad in Eugene but Mcarren (Mccarren?) bad . . . oh so complicated. Good thing I have a patient and loving husband.
Oh, there is my really hot man now . . . we had so much fun painting the Vegas strip red the other night. Ok, well, at least painting it coffee colored. 🙂 hee hee. We’re at the Venetian there, I believe.
Well, boiled down, we packed, cleaned my mom’s house, loaded the car and truck (yep, Toyota Prius cars do not carry 5 people, much less with car seats, luggage and the like, so my dad’s work truck was recruited for hauling purposes) and drove to the airport. Checked luggage in, made our way via tram to D gates, waited a whole 30 minutes, loaded our plane. We then entertained two tots for 2 hours, then unloaded the plane, met uncle Jason outside the baggage claim . . . where we, ironically, claimed our van and our dog (which the Millers so graciously took care of while we played for two weeks), drove the 1.5 hours home . . . in which we unloaded baggage, unpacked, fed children, went grocery shopping (amazing what goes bad in 2 short weeks), and then dropped off to bed.
In what took me 2 minutes to write took approximately 7 hours to complete.
All worth about ten identical trips . . . vacation, it was truly.
Good to be home too.
God Bless!
Though the sunshine will be missed . . . as well as the loverly park down the street from my parent’s house. Tobias has already inquired when we will be heading there next . . . not to mention the 50 times, just today, asking where Granny and Papa are. 😦
Mother Tucker 