I shouldn't be surprised that I'm stranded in Boston for the next day (or so) thanks to yet another winter storm barreling across the Mid-Atlantic.
I am from the Northeast, and I do realize that it's February.
Of course, I did only bring a jacket with 3/4 sleeves, but really, how important are sleeves when you're hold up in a lovely house with Christine from Boston Mamas?
Not very, I tell you.
But it's hard to compete with the weather, especially when you're flying standby and there are 30 paid standby passengers ahead of you.
And while I'm disappointed to not be making it home today, I'm still riding high from an amazing Mominatrix event last night.
Plus, my husband is getting some much needed quality (or should I call it "empathy" time) alone with the kids.
But best of all, I'm avoiding the ridiculous drama at my house courtesy of my lovely brother-in-law, who along with my sister-in-law, were visiting for a few days.
Funny how I just so happened to have to leave the day after they arrived, eh?
Unfortunately, there's only so many ways to say "the flights are cancelled" and "the weather is bad" but instead of just realizing that he may be stuck in Atlanta for another day and just enjoying a lazy day of more beer and eBay (his obsession of choice), he dragged my SIL in a $50 taxi ride to the airport today to try to catch a cancelled flight to New Jersey.
But only after he threw a temper tantrum all day yesterday, to the point where my husband doesn't even want him to come over again.
The last I heard, my brother-in-law was attempting to cash-in his buddy passes for actual seats on a plane for a flight. That is cancelled.
So in case you were wondering, apparently my husband is responsible for the bad weather. I'll have to ask him to use his God-like powers to create a self-changing diaper.
I mean, the least he could do is put them to good use.