Life. Yes. Not fun.
Not good day. Woke up before Navi went off today, which means before 5:30 in the morning. WHY. Jasper too hyper, Evan sulking. Everyone spent all morning running around double checking passports, plan tickets, schedules, calling people, etc.
Went to airport at ten, expected to by back by twelve, twelve thirty latest. Because aunt's mom had bad knees, we had to wait for the driver of those little white shuttle cars inside the airport to take her and Evan to their departure gate. OMG, WHY WAS THERE SO MANY PEOPLE THERE? I almost got ran over by people in a hurry at least five times. Jasper triple that- and I had to yank him out of the way all the time. The line for China Airlines went straight into the goddamned FOOD COURT at YVR.
Spent several hours dodging people, yelling at people, and getting cursed at when I stay still for more than one and a half seconds because there's about ten million people behind me waiting to get through, dammit. (It reminds me of LAX. A few days before Christmas.) Whoever said that airports are proof of love is an idiot. I got no feelings of love at all- a lot of surpressed violence and irritation, though, yes.
Stopped at food court to pick up lunch. Got a freakin' parking ticket because we spent over 15 minutes in line, 'kies. Ticket is nearly $40. Not fun.
Got home 'round three. Jasper immediately starts running around once out of his carseat. Miss Evan already. When the two of them are fighting, Jasper isn't constantly pestering me. So, so, so sorry, Hani. x___x I really didn't think it was going to take this long.
Excuse me while I collapse now that my aunt's finally taken Jasper out of the house again. (He jumped onto my BACK. While I was laying on my bed typing. I'm going to strangle that brat one day if he doesn't break my SPINE first.) Hope against all hope that night will be a kinder mistress than this morning was.
Went to airport at ten, expected to by back by twelve, twelve thirty latest. Because aunt's mom had bad knees, we had to wait for the driver of those little white shuttle cars inside the airport to take her and Evan to their departure gate. OMG, WHY WAS THERE SO MANY PEOPLE THERE? I almost got ran over by people in a hurry at least five times. Jasper triple that- and I had to yank him out of the way all the time. The line for China Airlines went straight into the goddamned FOOD COURT at YVR.
Spent several hours dodging people, yelling at people, and getting cursed at when I stay still for more than one and a half seconds because there's about ten million people behind me waiting to get through, dammit. (It reminds me of LAX. A few days before Christmas.) Whoever said that airports are proof of love is an idiot. I got no feelings of love at all- a lot of surpressed violence and irritation, though, yes.
Stopped at food court to pick up lunch. Got a freakin' parking ticket because we spent over 15 minutes in line, 'kies. Ticket is nearly $40. Not fun.
Got home 'round three. Jasper immediately starts running around once out of his carseat. Miss Evan already. When the two of them are fighting, Jasper isn't constantly pestering me. So, so, so sorry, Hani. x___x I really didn't think it was going to take this long.
Excuse me while I collapse now that my aunt's finally taken Jasper out of the house again. (He jumped onto my BACK. While I was laying on my bed typing. I'm going to strangle that brat one day if he doesn't break my SPINE first.) Hope against all hope that night will be a kinder mistress than this morning was.