I hate all-nighter flights, but unfortunately up here – they’re usually the best option if you want to go anywhere beyond Seattle.
Not wanting anyone to have to take me to the airport that late on a work night though, I had Loo drop me off at 9:15, thinking it was no big deal. I would just bring a good book and my laptop.
At 11:00, my flight status was changed to delayed.
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Until 1:30 am. I had originally only given myself an hour layover in Portland, but I figured I would still be OK. I figured I would still make it. I figured I would still be able to get myself to Phoenix by 10am.
At midnight however, the flight was delayed again.
Until 5:30 in the morning.
The next available connecting flight from Portland isn’t until 1:50pm.
Which means I’ll be landing in Phoenix around 5:30pm.
Having spent 20 hours on airplanes and in airports.
Eating crap for food instead of the deliciousness that was on my diva grocery list.
Getting no sleep at all, because I am one of those difficult people who can’t sleep anywhere but in a bed.
Preferably, my own bed.
I am officially the cranky girl sitting in the airport (hormonal and feeling as though Aunt Flo is about to make her vengeful and untimely appearance) as I type this and set it to post when I will hopefully finally be in the air.
I’m fighting back tears though, and wondering if I shouldn’t just grab my bag and go home. To my bed. To the sanctity of my covers. Where I wouldn’t have to worry about schedules and making time for everyone and watching my own feelings so as not to hurt anyone else’s.
I’m wondering if I should take this all as a sign that trying to go anywhere less than a week after a failed IVF cycle was a horrendously stupid idea.
I am tired. I am frustrated. I am hormonal. I am in pain.
And I am not pregnant.
It's quite possible that my sanity has also been delayed.
As well as my patience. My flexibility. And my desire to go with the flow.
All of it delayed.
Darn you Alaska and your hazardous weather conditions.
Why must you make it so difficult to simply leave!
Stay tuned… this may be the perfect setup for a breakdown.
And if nothing else; breakdowns are always at least amusing after the fact.
When you can point at yourself and laugh over what a ridiculous crazy person you are.
And I have a feeling, I’m about to hit a crazy person low.
The kind that should probably be well documented and saved for eternity. So that one day I can look back and think to myself “Remember that time I had a complete meltdown in an airport?”
And hopefully by then, I’ll be able to laugh about it.
But right now; I kind of just want to throw something.
