I am in Chicago for the BlogHer conference for the rest of this week.
I'm always a little more excited about planning to travel than I am about actually traveling. I know it's ridiculous to be homesick when you're a grown adult who's only going to be gone for four days. But when I saw a little boy--just about the Kid's age--sobbing because he didn't want his toy bunny x-rayed at the airport this morning, I just about called Sweet Husband to come pick me up and take me home.
And then I really about had to call him--but not for homesickness reasons--when I got to my gate.
I booked my flight to leave at 7 a.m. so that I could be in Chicago for an afternoon training session. (I'm volunteering as a "mic wrangler".) Dutifully, I got up at four this morning to get myself ready. The boys rolled out of bed at five, and we left for the airport. I got through security quickly, and was enjoying a bagel at my gate when they started to call for boarding for the 7 a.m. flight to Chicago.
But there was no plane at my gate. A little confused, I asked a gate attendant if the gate had been changed. He asked to see my ticket. "Um, ma'am, your plane leaves at 7 p.m."
Two competing choices instantly sprang to mind, neither pleasant. To call Sweet Husband (who had probably, maybe just gotten home) and make him turn around and come get me? Or to sit at the airport alone for...um, twelve hours?
The gate attendant must have sensed my horror, because--before I could even say a word--he sprang to action. "Looks like we can get you on standby for the flight that's leaving now, and if we can't get you on that one, there's another that leaves at 9."
I got on the 7 a.m. flight. And that United Airlines employee is my hero.