I’ve literally been counting the minutes.
As much as I love the texts telling me how well things are going, and the fact that the bathroom stays MUCH cleaner, I have really, really missed my boy since I left him in Ontario for university.
So that wonderful creation called reading break has arrived, and all day I’ve been giggling and wheee-ing (not weeing!😉) to myself that I get to see him tonight.
His room is clean. I’ve bought his favourite groceries and left some treats on his bed. My husband and I have discussed how we’ll split the driving to pick the girls up from rehearsal at 7:30, and our son from the airport at 11:16pm. As usual, he’s going to do both because that’s the wonderful kind of guy he is.
So, all I had to do was wait in anticipation.
Around 5pm, I get all excited that he must be on the plane and on his way.
At 5:15pm, I get a text: “Where are you guys?”
Um, yeah. Nice welcome home. Poor kid had to cool his heels for 45 minutes until we got to the airport.
Note to self: Double check arrival/departure times ON THE DAY. This is not the first time something like this has happened. #brainfog
Good thing we all have a good sense of humour.
Now it’s time to enjoy having the clan back together. This is one happy Mama!!!