week fifteen

so i'm assuming Harlee knew what was going on when i started to pack my carry-on bag. she's got that poutiness down pack. i dropped her off at daycare, finished up all the work i could at my job and headed down to visit a dear friend. that night we stayed up way past our bedtimes to finalize her wedding invitations. thank god for free 30 day trials of Adoble Illustrator, or else we would have never gotten them done in time.

the next morning i drove myself down to Chicago to hop on a plane. little did i know how irritated i would be with how much they charge for tolls and only allowing change when all you have is a $20 bill and no one there to make change. not knowing my way around, i parked at the closest "economy" parking lot not realizing it's gonna cost me more to park it there for the next 6 days and i could have flew from a closer city for the price. regardless i stepped into the airport excited to finally get on board to see my husband. as i sat down and awaited boarding, my name was called up to the front. go figure. flight delayed. flight delayed again. realizing that as my first flight landed in Atlanta, my connecting flight would just be taking off. what the crap! so i spent the next 5 hours in the Atlanta airport, when those 5 hours could have been spent with my husband. i was so pissed and so frustrated. i didn't land in Oklahoma until 10:30 at night, my flight was suppose to land at 5:30. you bet we both we were so exhausted by the end of the night, and my husband had an important test to take that next morning.

the husband had surprised me with a prenatal massage while he took his test, only to find out the place never returned my calls, texts, and the doors were closed and lights off. so much for that. instead i cruised around base and visited the PX and the Commissary for snacks for the roadtrip. that afternoon i picked up the husband and we made the 6 hour trip down to Del Rio, Texas. no help from me, the husband drove. i slept almost the entire way. the rest of the weekend was great, spending quality time with his side of the family. eating massive amounts of tortillas and other homemade mexican food. one night the husband and i went to see The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. and another night we stayed up until almost two in the morning playing dominoes with his grandpa and his great uncle. it was a night i know we both won't ever forget. i was sad to leave. but realizing only a couple more weeks and i'll have a husband again for a little bit more.