Emergency trip to Chicago...

Yesterday my husband was flying in from work for his days off. They didn't get him home on time so he missed his flight. They rescheduled it but couldn't get home until today (he gets 7 days at home every 15 days 2 of those are travel days). So he called me to see if the kids and I would come get him in Chicago. I thought "Sure! I love a road trip!"

Boy, you'd think after 13 years of parenting I'd be smarter than that. But I'm not.

After having to ride the kids butts for 45 minutes to clean all of THEIR crap out of the van, then come in and have to try to pick up the house so it wasn't completely trashed when the old man got home, THEN try to get them all dressed in something acceptable for public appearance, I was already at the end of my rope before we got into the van.

Then it started. "Stop kicking my seat." "Stop writing mean things about me." "HEY! GIVE ME THAT BACK!" "MOM!" "MOM!" "MOM!"

I threatened to pull over on the side of the toll road and kick them all out on at least 10 different occasions.

We get to O'Hare and I've never been there, so navigating that was a challenge. Especially with 3 kids going "Wow! This place is huge! What's that over there?" "Where are we?" "Can we park yet?"

Then I park, get out of the car with cell in hand so he could call when he landed. I begin to think "He should have landed by now, why hasn't he called?"

That would be because my cell battery was dead even though I had it charging ALL THE WAY THERE!

So we're wandering around O'Hare looking for him. Find him (luckily after about 5 minutes of actual looking) and get back to the car (which he so snidely says "I'm impressed" I say "Why? Because I got front row parking at O'Hare?" "No. Because you knew where the car was.")

The ride home was equally as annoying, but I'm proud to report everyone is still breathing.

~Kim