Thursday, March 27, 2008
Yesterday was a disaster. I logged 12 hours and almost 500 miles on the road, taking my daughter to the airport to fly out to visit her grandfather for spring break. I had to drive one long bypass around a major city due to horrific traffic accident and then through a brush fire to get home. And all on 4 hours sleep. Needless to say, I ate way too much along the way, even though I did manage to get in a 10 minute walk at a rest stop on the trip up in the morning.
There were other reasons for this trip being a nightmare. We first let our daughter fly alone to visit her grandparents when she was 10. She hasn't flown alone since, until now. Three days before she was due to return, the World Trade towers were destroyed in the 9/11 attack. My husband, who had been back East on business, was stuck there for 2 weeks and I had to drive 1200 miles one way to fetch my daughter, just two months after having had major surgery.
I was crying as I left her going through security and the airport was busy announcing a raising of the alert status. Bogus in my opinion, but still worrisome for a parent leaving their only child at the mercy of the airlines.
I stopped an hour into my drive home for some food and gasoline. I may not have needed the calories, but if I hadn't stopped and if the "fast" food place hadn't been extremely slow and incompetent, I would have been involved in the multiple car pileup just a few miles down the road. So this is one time I certainly don't mind that I ate something extra.
Today, I'm home and my daughter arrived safely and is having fun with her cousins. I went hiking for an hour with my husband, took and nap and stayed within my food limits.
A good day all around.