I was feeling really down today because the other lady in Mike's life, Farrah (AKA the USS Farragut), has ruined what was supposed to be a fun and relaxing little weekend getaway. As if she hasn't taken away enough family time with all of the weekend hours and late work nights. OK, enough griping. I know that there are other families out there who have it much worse. At least we still get to see Mike every once in a while. I'm just in a melancholy, feeling sorry for myself kind of mood. It's the weather. It's been so rainy and gloomy the past couple of days.
We were supposed to travel to Georgia this weekend to attend a friend's wedding, but Mike told me late last night that he would not be able to go. This meant I would either have to make the six and a half hour drive myself or try to book a last minute flight. Neither prospect is particularly thrilling to me. Mike enjoys driving; I don't. And traveling on a plane and navigating the airport terminal and security checkpoints while trying to keep track of luggage and a wild toddler, by myself, is no picnic. It's not like I can stick her in the Baby Bjorn anymore.
I decided to go with option number 2. It will be chaotic, but I'm hoping that because it's such a short flight, it won't be too bad. It'll be an adventure!
That Farrah needs a good slap across the face, if you ask me. It sounds like she could stand being put in her place.
ReplyDeleteI feel your pain. When Anthony was on the Kitty that witch was alwasy raining on my parade.
Don't you just hate it when the Navy messes with our social lives? I sure do! You have definitely paid some dues with this tour.
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to hear about your wedding adventures.