This flying across the country and heading to work the next day is for the birds. A quick recap of our trip home:
–At the airport at 3:00 for our 5:00 flight. I think my brother smiled the ENTIRE way to the airport. He was so ready to be rid of us.
–Boarded the plane, and I was very happy to see individual televisions on the seats. No straining my neck to see a screen three or four rows ahead of me.
–A teenager and her small child sit directly behind my mom. Small child immediately starts crying. Continues to cry for the majority of the flight and also starts kicking/pushing the seat in front of her. I may have said a few choice things such as “seriously?” (Don’t worry, the words I used were fine for any child to hear.)
–About 3-4 hours into our nine hour flight, the man across the aisle from me was on his way to the bathroom when he collapsed and had a seizure. I had just started to fall asleep when I felt the thud in the aisle. Luckily, there was a paramedic and nurse about 3 rows in front of us (they were a married couple) who came to the rescue. The man was diabetic and hadn’t been feeling very great. It took over an hour and a half to get him situated to a point where he could sit back in his seat, and not feel terrible. I didn’t sleep because I kept looking over to make sure he and his wife were okay.
–8:00 a.m. we arrived in Atlanta. A three-hour layover and then flew back to Asheville.
–Noon. Arrived in Asheville. Home by 12:30. In the office at 1:30 to catch up with my boss. She’s off today and all of next week.
–Slept part of the afternoon and then back to bed at 10:00. At the office again at 8:30 this morning to go through my more than 1100 emails.
–3:00 p.m. Finished sorting through the emails.
I’m exhausted and we’re heading out of town again today.
Seriously. The traveling and the jet lag and the working? I can handle the traveling, but not the jet lag or the working.