Of Course This Would Happen

Did I ever mention how much I HATE flying? Well, I do. In fact, last night as I was supposed to be getting ready for a business trip I was taking (today) I had about a half dozen mini melt downs. Maybe I've always been this crazy about flying, but there's definitely some added anxiety involved when you're a single parent.

All of these horrible scary thoughts kept creeping into my head. I can't even bring myself to type them out.

Rewind to this morning.

I was up at 4:45am to be out of my house by 5. My plane was scheduled to leave at 7:05. I was on-time. The plane was on-time. Life was good.

I boarded the plane, and found out I didn't have anybody sitting next to me (SCORE! I got BOTH of the arm rests...BOO YAH!). We took off, and my gut wasn't feeling right (my gut RARELY lies to me).

And then, it happened.

A half hour into my one-hour flight, the captain came over the loud speaker

"Attention passengers, our air craft is experiencing maintenance issues. The Indianapolis airport does not have the parts, so we will be returning to the Minneapolis Airport. Our scheduled arrival time is 20 minutes."

What.The.Fuck.

Now, if you know me in real life, you know I'm not a super religious person...I immediately started praying.

Obviously, we touched down safely. We were transferred to another air craft, and I arrived at my destination a good two hours behind schedule.

I'm safe. I'm on land. I'm damn happy to be going to bed in about two minutes. The end!