United Airlines can suck my d....

I awoke to the glorious sweet voice of my daughter on my bed bouncing and excited "Mommy, get up... we have to go get daddy!" This was at 6:45 am. She was so happy, and my son was also in the room, asking "Is it time to go mommy?" Sweet little shining faces bringing in the glory of the morning- I grumbled "no" and rolled over, went back to sleep... WHY?!

It is very unnerving to get a phone call at 2 in the morning when you are expecting someone home in a few hours. It is more unbalancing when you go to bed in only a pair of underwear, and have to fumble around in the dark to find the phone, after running down the hallway, titties a bouncin'-free in the wind, to be told that "I am not coming home today".
Due to error on the airlines part, my dear husband did not fly out of Dulles International, but instead got stuck on a busted plane that was late to land and miss his connection out of Raleigh to Washington.
The airlines sadistic idea of a fix? To fly him to O'Hare in the morning instead and fly him into Frankfurt at 05:45 in the morning tomorrow. It majorly blows. Don't suppose they could have fixed the frickon plane that had the exact same problem a week ago so as to not delay and fuck up my life. No wonder so many airlines are going broke. Fuckers.

This news, as afore mentioned, came at 2 am. I didn't get back to sleep until about 4-ish, as I was upset and stressed out thinking on how I would wake two young kinds at three in the morning to tote them on a 90 minute car ride to frankfurt- not to mention my dislike of driving at night on highways. (Photo-sensitive people don't like dark roads with bright headlights coming at them)
So I spent the morning on the phone trying to arrange a shuttle, get him off for Monday from work, and figure a way to explain to the very upset children that daddy is in fact, not coming home today.