August 15th, 2011
Our Pennsylvania-based 15yr.old son and a friend of his were both invited to spend a week at another friends house in Florida. The plan; I drop off son at the other boys house at 5:15 this morning and his Dad would drive the boys to the airport. Last night I set two alarms for 4:30am, then tossed fitfully until they went off. Roused son, loaded car with his stuff. One last “Mom Check”: photo ID, boarding pass, carry-on bag, money, etc… check! check! and check!
Get to the other boy’s house and there is chaos as they have problems printing out their son’s boarding pass. “Just put the bags there”. Get hugs & kisses from my son, & go back home & crawl into bed.
You know where this is going, don’t you?
“be-de-DING!” goes my phone’s text message alert. Son made it to the airport but his carry-on bag is in the driveway back at his friends house :O
All is well, though. Turns out there is yet another boy who was invited who is leaving on a later flight, and he will check my son’s bag for him. So between making phone calls and running that damn bag hither and yon, my Date with Gym was broken. I’ll try to go a little later today, but the steam is running low on my engine right now!
Now as for MY bags, there is no easy fix
Later… got in my hour of cardio and some free weight action.