The boys and I made it into Utah late Monday night. Our flight experienced every kind of imaginable delay except for de-icing. We escaped that one. After we had been sitting on the runway waiting to take off for 20 minutes and the captain announced it would be at least another 30, I incurred the wrath of the flight attendants by taking Sir O to the bathroom. It wasn't worth it. He'd already peed his pants. (He peed them while going through security too.... )after this I put him in a pull-up, but he still had to go to the bathroom 3 more times during the flight and had diarrhea during the descent. That was as much fun as it sounds like it was.....
Sir O is now in bed with a fever. I am trying to help my parents get their home ready (mostly their yard actually...) for an open-house on Sunday (for my brother's mission), and I REALLY NEED TO BE STUDYING.
So, yes. I made it to Utah. But no, I'm not really here. I'll really be here when I get back from my test in mid-June. Assuming I am still intact then. There is a possibility of me falling to pieces.
Mr Renn is on the road. He has promised to take lots of pictures, which is more than I can say for myself. Today he's hoping to catch a stretch of the Blue Ridge Parkway - that's on his bucket list. We miss him.
Back to work. No rest for the weary, sunburned, pregnant mama.
3 comments:
what test??
OH no! I'm sorry it was that bad. But someday you'll look back and laugh, right? Hopefully?
Oh my! What a crazy trip! I'm so sorry it was horrible. Glad you made it, though. Let me know if you need a place to stay when you come back. Good luck on your test.
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