Sososoooooohmygawdexcited…it was difficult to fall asleep last night. Once I did fall asleep, I woke several times in anticipation. At 7 something, I could sleep no more. Today was the day!
Coffee, a banana and I was set.
The first mission was to pick up C. (my ex-mil) at the airport. Her flight was delayed – the pilots had been late getting to Ontario airport, so that set the schedule back a half hour or so and instead of picking the kids up before my noon-fifteen appointment, I waited until after. Another spray tan session (I have still have one left in my package). There is Joy, as petite and cute as can be with her appearing-to-be perfect body and cute trendy clothing…and there am I…Ali, in my body…and nothing else, but really – it doesn’t bother me in the least.
Picked up kiddos and started to head home. They hadn’t packed at all, but really – we had 8 hours until we left – plenty of time. I was dying for a burrito from Que Viva and Ethan was, too. They usually never give us menus because we get the same thing each and every time. The cook there has a crush on me and wanted my phone number…
.<gulp> The cook who speaks no English with a wife back in Mexico. Oh, nononono…. I told Freddy I’m not seeing anyone and to please tell the cook that. I can’t – I don’t even want to stay here in this county! I panic. I hate these situations…really.
Home and I finished packing. Got things done. Asked the kids to get started, and at least The Boy started laundry, but that’s about where it ended. The sloth had returned. Mags was busy cleaning her room and packing, doing all sorts of non-requested helpful stuff. Ethan was…well, he was Ethaning and I pray there isn’t a fire or some similar emergency as he may very well die if I am unable to throw him over my shoulders and carry his slothy bod to safety. Another classic Ethan move? 3 minutes before my mil is to arrive to take us to the airport, he lets me know he wanted to drop a letter he had written off at a friend’s house. The synapses are simply not connecting.
C.showed up and we headed off to drop Father’s Day stuff at L’s house and then off to the airport. I stopped at the wrong terminal, because we are taking Delta but it’s an Aeromexico flight, so we walked to terminal B, along with many others who had made the same mistake. An outside walk – following the green arrows through parking structures. Weird. When 
we got the terminal I saw my fellow passengers – but traveling in large families, very few couples or small groups. It brings back fond memories of Texas. The flight is delayed 40 minutes, which means Mexico City transfer will be shortened, but it should be fine as it was a 2.5 hour layover. I’m tired..Ethan’s slothyness must have rubbed off a bit.
Pictures: A beautiful country scene as I pick up the kids; Someone is ready to head out; We are the only ones on the airport tram
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