Stuck in the ATL (Aay-Tee-el)
My flight out of Islip was delayed for weather. Once we hit the gate in Atlanta, I had two minutes before my connecting flight to Salt Lake was to leave. Needless to say, I didn’t quite make it. I hate the Atlanta Airport. I always have. I have yet to have a connection in Atlanta where first and second legs were both in the same terminal. (Try running with two kids in a double strolle, with all their carry-on, plus your own across 2 concourses. Not fun.)
So they put me up in a Comfort Suites. Not the nicest place, but it is a bed. Up at 5:30 to get my shuttle back to the airport. Now waiting for seat confirmation. I want to be on this flight. I am ready to be home. It is funny, I can complain about the noise the kids make…all the time….at home. But these trips bring home to me that I wouldn’t want it any other way. The quiet of the hotel gets to me. I love being able to sit down and have one of the kids to talk to. I love in the morning have Olivia come into my office, give me a hug, and ask for breakfast. I love talking computer games with with boys, or playing Go with Taylor. I love having Adrienne next to me. I miss her the most. It will be good to be back home.