When your kid texts that she’ll be to baggage claim in about forty minutes, and it’s a full two hours before her set arrival time, you panic. Or at least if you are my husband you do. The rest of us would have looked up her flight status to confirm that. But, in what was yet another failed assumption on his part, my hubby jumped up and drove off to the airport thinking Kid #4 had caught an earlier flight.
Not thirty minutes later I get a text from hubby, who has now arrived in PDX baggage claim, that Kid #4 texted again – from Seattle. Her text? Correcting her last text and clarifying that her plane was about to leave. She was trying to do him a solid and give a head’s up, while also making sure he was actually at PDX when she landed (anxiety), but she had not factored in the tedious boarding process or the flip side of that once she arrives at PDX. That forty-minute head’s up she gave was as the bird flies. But this bird had seventy-ish passengers riding aboard, forty-six of which were slow-moving teenagers, exhausted from their east coast excursion.
Well, all’s well that ends well, as they say, and after an hour of late-night people watching at PDX, hubby and Kid #4 finally connected. Maybe one day he’ll consider the facts before jumping to conclusions, but I doubt it. He’s half the reason I’ll never run out of blog posts.
Keep it Golden, Girl….err, Boy. Especially when your kid makes you think she’s ready to be picked up, but nope.
