Make sure everyone is fed so we can get out the door at 11am. 

 

Husband decides at 10:30 that the van needs to be vacuumed. 

 

Wait impatiently on the couch while the hands on the clock move to 11:03am.  Finally, sending the girls outside to yell at him to get a move on. 

 

11:15am wait biting tongue rather hard while husband finishes his lunch.

 

11:25 am we are finally on the road.

 

Get to the airport at 12:30 – made good time.  Check in and husband decides we all need snacks and we take the airport train to the international terminal.

 

It is now 1:00 pm and I am stressing as I watch my young daughters try to eat their giant soft serve cones the size of basketballs. 

 

1:10 pm – I give hubby “the look” and we proceed to take the airport train back to my terminal.

 

1:25 pm – I proceed through security and wait for my flight.

 

4:10 pm – I arrive in the Twin Cities and proceed to baggage claim.  I wait and wait and wait and wait for my luggage.  I am the only person left staring at the conveyor belt. 

 

4:45 pm – I decide to wander over to the conveyor belts in the international side of the baggage claim area.  There sits my bag – all alone – feeling much like I did – forlone and forgotten.

 

4:48 pm – check in to the airport shuttle and told will be 10 minutes before my shuttle arrives.  Go stand outside and wait.

 

5:00 pm – a woman comes outside and starts yelling for  Angela Ramos.  I answer and she tells me I’m on the wrong side of the building and my shuttle is waiting.

 

5:05 pm – I get on the shuttle on my way to the hotel.  Driver gets lost when we reach St. Paul, I receive a phone call from my friends wondering where I am cause they are starving (so am I!).

 

5: 35 pm – finally reach hotel. 

 

The rest of the evening went okay, but dang, all that craziness makes me wonder why people would want to travel every week for a living!  Or maybe these things just happen to me!