I want to go home. Why can’t I just GO HOME?

This post is for all of you who are SICK AND TIRED of hearing about the wonderful goodness that is BlogHer.

WHO CARES?! you want to scream. SO YOU MET COOL PEOPLE! ENOUGH ALREADY! and then there’s a little bit of IF I HAVE TO READ ONE MORE WORD ABOUT BLOGHER I’M GOING TO CUT OFF MY LEFT EAR AND MAIL IT TO YOU!

I hear you, really I do. (please don’t send me your left ear.) If I didn’t go and then had to read the nauseating details I’d definitely be ready to throw my laptop at someone. Or at least throw up. Or something.

So, to lighten your hearts and ease your jealousy, do let me share the DOWNSIDES of this thing called BlogHer.

I am writing this post from the Chicago Midway airport. Sitting in the middle of the walkway (next to one of only TWO plug-ins in the whole concourse… what is WITH that?). My laptop is in my lap, my bags are spread around me, and I have chocolate spilled across the front of my shirt. Our flight is delayed (the airplane is stuck in Baltimore, wherever that is)… and how long we’ll be stuck here is anyone’s guess.


Eve & Kathryn react to the news…

My cell phone is dead, and although I packed fifteen unnecessary changes of clothes and more hair products than any woman could possibly use, I FORGOT my cell phone charger. So I can’t spend the hours upon hours chatting with my friends and loved ones by phone.

I am SO tired. Really, really tired. And this cold, hard, and DIRTY floor doesn’t inspire me to stretch out and take a snooze. If I did, I’d probably get run over by one of those little airport trolley-cars or a flight attendant and her wheelie-bag.


I just want some of this…

And yet I cannot complain TOO much because:
1) We’re not spending this delay sitting on the tarmac, and
2) WIRELESS Internet.

Here’s where I’d like to thank Bill Gates, Santa Claus, Mother Theresa, and Gandhi for wireless internet. Ok, they probably aren’t responsible, but still I just feel so thankful.

As I sit here, tired and weary, I find that deep thoughts bubble up in my mind, needing to be shared.

Like this one;

Being away from home is a lot like needing to pee.

When you need to GO, the closer you get to the toilet, the stronger your urge. And it’s the same with homesickness. I miss my CJ and my Jay. I have the whole time. But today, as we headed for the airport, it became almost unbearable. I saw a little boy and got teary-eyed. I try not to think about going home, but it’s all I can think about.


I really want some of this.

I want to go home. I NEED to go home.

And here I sit.

Hopefully we’ll get out tonight.

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20 Comments

  1. I know that feeling so well — when we were delayed for two hours in Denver, I wanted to throw a fit because I was so desperate to get home to the wee people. But I was too tired.

    Yes, we’re jealous, but loving the stories and photos. So much fun to see what everyone looks like and hear the exploits…

  2. My brain is fried but I did want to at least leave you a comment because… dude I’m sitting right next to you and that’s freaking awesome.

  3. There is nothing worse that being stuck at an airport – been there too many times.

    Have a safe trip home :)

  4. My hubs is stuck in a CA airport right now, too. Ugh! Hope you had a great time and you get home tonight.

  5. I hope you aren’t reading this comment. I hope you are on the plane and in the air. Whoosh! Was that your plane that just flew over head?

    Wishing you a safe a speedy trip home!

  6. Hope you’re home. We’re very glad you’re returning to your blog–we’ve missed you. :)

    (And thanks for the GREAT blogher comment on my blog–you made me smile.)

  7. OK Missy you want to come home and since you are so tired blahblahblah, you come over to my stellar blog and accuse me of being in a sorority??!!?? I am not a punching bag and don’t you forget it!! Might as well call me a cheerleader. Girl, I only dated jocks. I was the editor of the high school paper. And I wrote several underground newsletters when I was pissed at the administration. Maybe, someday, after you have sucked up to me for long enough, I will tell you of the mystery editor/writer of the Underground Newsleters of Uni High. Maybe not.

  8. I’m waiting for my train, and yeah, I feel your pain. Hope you;re safely home now. :)

  9. Count me in the camp that is sick of hearing about BlogHer – but only because I’m insanely jealous. Hope you get home soon. :)

  10. Okay, I’ll be honest, I’m so consumed with envy about the fantastic BlogHer conference, I’m finding it hard to be 100% sympathetic to your plight!!!! :) But no, more seriously, being stuck in an airport is horrible, and especially without a mobile (you call them cells?) to call you. Safe trip home! And thanks for telling us about the conference in your earlier posting – I feel less left out here on the other side of the world now!

  11. Ooops, in last comment, I meant to ‘call home’…

  12. I hope that by the time I’m reading this that you are safe and sound at home, getting the best cuddles from your best boys.

  13. Hopefully you’re back in this time zone where you belong by now!

  14. It’s midnight now, and I’m hoping you’ve made it aboard!

    Mike

  15. You poor thing… Midway sucks too! I’m not sick of hearing about it, the more I hear the more I know I AM going next year. I know it’s 4000 miles away but I’m going dammit. I’ll also try and not get deported. Hmmm… maybe I should try and organize a European version… Hope you get home safe!

  16. Wow, what a great analogy…..the having to pee thing. So so so true!

    I hate when flights are delayed so long that you think “I could have DRIVEN home faster than this!”

    Hope you’re home and snugglin’ with your boys by now. :)

  17. I am glad that you had such an awesome time. Being stuck at the airport does stink. A good thing…at least you are not stuck in the airport with CJ (he is safe and comfy at home waiting for your arrival!).

  18. Awww, I forgive you for all of your fun times at BlogHer.

    Hang on, I gotta run out to the mailbox to get something out.

    Ok, back.

    I hope you get home really soon!

  19. I hope you had a safe trip back! I know what you mean- or at least I can imagine. I’m going to Reno for 4 1/2 days and I know i will miss my 2 daughters and the hubby as soon as I get ON the plane leaving to go to Reno. ;) This will be my first trip all alone… since before i got married 18 years ago.

  20. Ah! You poor thing! This claustrophobic internet addict is very happy that at least you didn’t have to sit on the tarmac and that you were able to get your Wi-FI on!