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muckefuckToday pretty much set the bar for flights home. Turtle and Turtlewife actually gave me a ride to the airport, which is a luxury so rare that I didn't even recognise Midway from the road. Security was quick and painless. Even with an opt-out, it took all of fifteen minutes--and that's including the time it took to find a supervisor to commend my patter-downer on his professionalism and efficiency. I found an end seat in the lounge and leisurely ate my packed lunch.
Despite boarding in the middle of the order, I got a sixth-row window seat. We lost ten minutes to de-icing but as compensation there wasn't a single screaming childhood or drunken douchebag. (The man across the aisle who I suspected of being one went right to sleep and didn't wake up until after landing; the nice quiet couple in my row pretty much did the same.) My only complaint about the service is that the supercute bear which I ogled all through the safety demo only started serving four rows behind me.
When I stepped into the terminal, we were so close to the exit it was actually inconvenient: the restrooms were so out-of-the-way I decided just to wait. As I was scanning the crowd for my sister's face, a small person slammed into me and clung on, then another. All four of my nephews had come to meet me and almost literally dragged me to the door as they fought over who got to sit next to me. (I sat in the way-back with one wrapped around each arm and the middle child in the middle seat squeezing my legs.)
I don't remember them being quite this affectionate before. But it continued back at the house, almost to the point of annoyance but not quite. We snuggled on the couch together before dinner watching an amusing animated feature. Afterwards, we visited the glorious foreign market in the Loop, where I counseled my brother on turkish delight choices and found marmalade from the West Muskerry Gaeltacht! After that, it was the Italian bakery for the best cannoli I've had west of Boston and then home for Lego board games with the eldest.
Now Mom and I are planning our shopping itinerary for tomorrow. Oh, and the nasty cold I had? Defeated by zinc. Seriously, I awoke yesterday feeling no more than a little tired and today there's just a hint of a sniffle. Sometimes it's a good thing we don't get what we deserve.
Despite boarding in the middle of the order, I got a sixth-row window seat. We lost ten minutes to de-icing but as compensation there wasn't a single screaming childhood or drunken douchebag. (The man across the aisle who I suspected of being one went right to sleep and didn't wake up until after landing; the nice quiet couple in my row pretty much did the same.) My only complaint about the service is that the supercute bear which I ogled all through the safety demo only started serving four rows behind me.
When I stepped into the terminal, we were so close to the exit it was actually inconvenient: the restrooms were so out-of-the-way I decided just to wait. As I was scanning the crowd for my sister's face, a small person slammed into me and clung on, then another. All four of my nephews had come to meet me and almost literally dragged me to the door as they fought over who got to sit next to me. (I sat in the way-back with one wrapped around each arm and the middle child in the middle seat squeezing my legs.)
I don't remember them being quite this affectionate before. But it continued back at the house, almost to the point of annoyance but not quite. We snuggled on the couch together before dinner watching an amusing animated feature. Afterwards, we visited the glorious foreign market in the Loop, where I counseled my brother on turkish delight choices and found marmalade from the West Muskerry Gaeltacht! After that, it was the Italian bakery for the best cannoli I've had west of Boston and then home for Lego board games with the eldest.
Now Mom and I are planning our shopping itinerary for tomorrow. Oh, and the nasty cold I had? Defeated by zinc. Seriously, I awoke yesterday feeling no more than a little tired and today there's just a hint of a sniffle. Sometimes it's a good thing we don't get what we deserve.