Thursday, December 17, 2009

Have you seen my mommy?

Lets just say that I felt like a lost 3 year old looking for her mommy.

The internet said so. The park and wait said the same thing. The luggage thingie had to agree. And even the helpful person at the info desk said that my moms flight got in at 11:05pm. But my mom was no where to be found and it was getting close to midnight.

I tried her cell phone. I tried her home phone. I tried Scott's cell phone. I tried Weston's cell phone and he patiently tried to help me figure out what to do while I felt like I was having a panic attack because I couldn't find my mother......and I don't think I would have reacted so bad if there werent' past circumstances and health issues and different events that I feel have shaped me this way.

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So after pacing around for another 30 minutes a security guard comes up to me (with his hand on his hip at the ready in case this nutty lady tried something). He asks if he can help me and I look at him and start crying a little bit while I try to tell him that I can't find my mommy. To make a long story short he makes a million calls and finally finds out that her stinkin plane was delayed in Texas. And for some reason the new time of arrival was never changed anywhere on any of the signs or anything. (And it turns out my ma left her cell phone at home and didn't have my number to call me and tell me what was going on). Her plane wasn't scheduled to come in now until 1:30am. So here I am. Just me and the floor waxing man. We have the whole place to ourselves.

You will not believe how incredibly grateful and thankful I am that my mom was ok and that it was nothing more than a delayed plane.....even if it did give me a few more gray hairs.

3 comments:

Afreaka said...

Oh. My. Gosh.
I would have been a total basket case!!!!

Colorado Kid said...

Oh, just reading it after you told me makes me misty all over again! Dumb Texas!!

Chickadee said...

That would be a little scary.