A few months ago, Husband, Tiny Human and I returned from a cross-country trip.
It was something of a debacle. What should have taken like 8 hours to get from New Jersey back to Washington State took more than 36.
Needless to say– I was frustrated.
But I was also rather surprised, because even with hours of delays, missed flights and the fact that I was literally wearing my last pair of clean underwear from my carry-on, I managed not to freak out on my husband. (I know it wasn’t his fault. But the poor man is often on the receiving end of my frustrations for all the things. I am working on this… Claiming a victory in that moment.)
Anywho, I was tired. Hangry (Hungry + angry.) Ready to get home. [Read more…]by