Here I am, sitting at a gate, waiting for my flight to arrive. I’ll be spending the next few hours flying to a work conference and extremely short visit with the sister. I don’t want to go. No offense to the Sister, but I want to be with my baby girl and the Husband, not here and then there. At least I get to fly home on Friday.
Wow, I sound so pathetic, don’t I? Okay, I’m going to stop wallowing in self pity,try to forget my and OP’s tears, enjoy my smoothie, and knit. It’s only 5 nights and then I’ll be home.