Folding is bad. Rolling things up is The Way Forward because (1) you can squish more things in and (2) it doesn't actually make them any more wrinkled than folding.

is glad the TSA have nothing to do with her current travel plans. Loves on Emirates and Etihad.

JZ, making a counteroffer would never have crossed my mind either. Go for it, girl!

Laga, all the best with the asshate. (Other people said the sensible things already, so I'm just going to point at them.)

So, I have just eaten six, count them, six sweet & salty nut granola bars in quick succession. More inhaled, really.

I could argue that I need the energy, but it would be a lie. They were just...there. However, I could argue with greater accuracy that I fucking well deserve the momentary pleasure of the sweet/salt taste sensation (if not the more lasting sorrow of the ever-expanding hips), because today has been A Very Long Day. It has featured: a 7.45am parent meeting (with a lovely mum who made my jaw drop when she started [quite sweetly, but OMG] with her worry that her 6 yr old son might be gay [to which I was all "to be honest, I can't say that this possibility has crossed my mind, but I guess it's not impossible - but, you know, whether he falls in love with men or women when he grows up, there really isn't a blessed thing you or I can do to change who he is, and who he is is a terrific kid, smart, sensible, talented and funny" and she was all "yes, I know, I say to myself I love him, and I will love him no matter what, but I still wonder whether he is a proper boy..."]; teaching; more teaching; rehearsal for our kids' play; more teaching; meeting with my Key Stage Leader to talk over my Professional Development, during the course of which my relationship with my coworker came up, and I ended up in tears*; more teaching; parent meetings with all the French parents, during which the first set stayed for ten minutes into the next mum's slot, and left agreeing that they need to make an appointment to see me for longer at a more convenient time, then the second set got really pissed at me and I couldn't fix it and they stomped off cross, and the third set (the ones who have complained and tried to get their child moved) were sweetness and light; parent meetings with diverse other parents, who were very nice; dress rehearsal for my play from 6pm to 9.30pm.

I managed to pick up water and takeaway sushi en route to the rehearsal, but otherwise it's been pretty much nonstop.

Gah.

*Seems I'm a total freaking watering pot lately.

And now I've just inhaled a load of sugary badness. Because I'm clever that way.

I'm. So. Fucking. Tired.

I got ONE hour of sleep this morning. Possibly even less. Just to drive to the airport in heavy fog, while psychos endangered my life by driving 90 miles an hour down the freeway as if it was the middle of the sunniest day ever, and find out we were five minutes late for checking bags onto our flight.

I really want to go home, and just go to ND & Kristin's for Thanksgiving. S is one standby flight we don't get on board away from agreeing to this.

I've never NOT wanted to get on a plane so much in my life.

Oh, Sean. How completely sucky. I'm so sorry.

{{Sean&S}}

{{Fay}}

Harvey-purrs to all who want 'em.

Crap. S is now making noises about actually wanting to wait it out all day, and fly alone if she has to. I'm trying not to just lose it in this airport.

find out we were five minutes late for checking bags onto our flight.

We were once two minutes late and it was because the airline employee wouldn't listen to me. Extremely frustrating day, although we were able to make our connection because our connecting flight was late. ( Althugh they did lose all our luggage, including Ellie's carseat, which sort of sucked.)

eta: and to be a bit clearer, I offered that story in an attmept to say that they day was so frustrating and I'm sorry you guys are stuck there and on such a bad travel day. I hope things work out, one way or another!

Sorry, Sean. Can you get to a different airport in Houston, like Hobby? I don't know what your ultimate destination is.

Folding is bad. Rolling things up is The Way Forward because (1) you can squish more things in and (2) it doesn't actually make them any more wrinkled than folding.

I think I saw someone do this years ago, and it blew my mind, but I still just fold my clothes. It's just easier to live out of the suitcase afterward.

Just to drive to the airport in heavy fog, while psychos endangered my life by driving 90 miles an hour down the freeway as if it was the middle of the sunniest day ever, and find out we were five minutes late for checking bags onto our flight.

Dammit, Sean. I'm sorry. That happened to me just last month, actually.

I've done that. I spent all of Mother's Day in the Detroit airport after... some visit to Ann Arbor or other. Was it a wedding? Something?

Dana, we're just going to Houston, so another airport might be possible, but S's bag is already in the airport's innards, so that might complicate things.

And thanks for the sympathies, all.