On my way to the airport, I missed my exit, and then when I finally got there, there were two police cars blocking the only entrance to terminal A's garage, having pulled over another car in front of it. I ended up getting routed through the "rental cars only" parking lot, which as the sign said, was only for rental cars. So, I had to explain myself, and then get allowed to go through it, and out. After which I drove around the airport, back towards the blocked garage to my terminal, and then parked one terminal over. This was around 5:00am. Not good. I park, grab my suitcase, and head for the bottom level of the garage to wait for the airport shuttle.
After a bit, I realized this wasn't going to work. So I hopped on the elevator, took the walkway across to terminal B, and then proceeded to run like hell across the terminal, wearing my heavy backpack, dragging my heavy suitcase, all the way to the connecting passage to terminal A. I do this, working myself up into a huge sweat, and come pounding up to the check-in kiosks. A woman sees me coming, and cooly steps in front of me, taking the kiosk I'm aiming for, giving me a look and saying, "Well, I'm taking it."
Fine I think, and move to another. Whatever. I scan the boarding pass on my phone and the terminal lights up, and makes these awful loud WHOOP WHOOP noises, alerting me that I'm a late check-in, that my bag will probably NOT make it to my destination on time, that I have poor judgment, and probably enjoy Nickelback albums. (Okay, not that last part.)
The woman who cut me off is at the kiosk next to me, and gets visibly pale, realizing that she has contributed to this, and goes to apologize to me. I wave her off, not really having time to listen to her apology. I put not one, but two of the big yellow "LATE CHECKIN" tags on my bag.
The nice folks at the counter take my bag, and assure me they'll do my best, and tell me to head to the gate.
And my bag did in fact, make it there.
The rest of the day was way more restful, but equally jam packed.
Squee was there to pick me up, and we hugged, kissed, and generally made our way to the car very slowly, just happy to be with one another. We spent several hours of blissfully, and well-needed alone time together, before going to pick up the kids from various places. Once the five of us were all successfully reunited we headed to a Korean grocery store called H-Mart. We were there to pick up treats before our next stop.
That grocery store was amazing. It was filled with all sorts of exotic goodies, including green tea kit-kat candy bars. (They're amazing.) I have had these previously, sent to us by a relative of mine from Japan. I didn't think you could get them here in the US! And the store had all these little "mini-stores" in it too. It was like a grocery mall. One of the stores, LG Beauty and Health had a display of products that accurately sums up my feelings about this whirlwind of a day.