Tomorrow is the big day – again! We are heading out for another cross-country adventure and checking 5 states off our goal of 50! This trip will put us to 21 states visited… (and we’re considering counting Illinois since we have an unscheduled 4-hour lay-over tomorrow in Chicago).

I spent the day:

picking Michael up from camp ❤️;getting Sampson settled; visiting the pigs; and packing. CMT put me in a perfect vacation mood by playing Vacation

United Airlines, on the other hand, tried to give me a heart attack.

Originally, we were to leave Greensboro at 7:30am, arriving in Chicago at 8:40am, and departing for Las Vegas at 10:30am with a 12:45pm arrival time. At 7:53pm, we get the following text from UnitedNow I’m not sure how they know 11 hours ahead of time that someone else’s delay will cause my delay but whatever. So now the question is will we make our connection? Um, have you been to O’Hare? 10 minutes probably not enough time to get the 4 of us and our luggage across that massive airport. So we call United, made arrangements, get on a later flight, notify the car rental peeps… all’s well with the world. It’s 8:54pm now. And then we get another text: This text should have just said: “Our bad, we’re not real delayed, just a little delayed. Oops.” 🤦🏻‍♀️ I. Just. Can’t.

If you’ve traveled with me, you have had the joy (horror) of relishing (enduring) my over-preparedness (obsessive compulsion) of details. There are folders and itineraries. BUT I am nothing if not flexible (insert laughter) so if this is as bad as it gets, it’s no big deal.

So Whew! We’re packed, and everyone but me is asleep. Honestly, I’m afraid I’m going to be up all night checking my phone for another text. This one will probably say “never mind, we can’t read a radar, so everything is back to original time.” 😬🤪