What's worse than schlepping two kids and all the requisite crap home from Maryland on my own? Gee, let's see.
- Needing to cancel the once-home plans to order pizza and eat in bed in our pajamas while watching The Little Mermaid because Things Go Wrong. (Read on.)
- Delays, delays, delays... getting to Anchorage two hours later than scheduled.
- The airline checking the stroller -- an absolute necessity for the schlepping -- in Seattle.
- The loaner wheelchair not quite holding everything as necessary.
- Discovering at baggage claim that they've managed to lose a suitcase as well.
- It's the suitcase holding all our coats, hats and gloves.
- Alaska is fucking cold.
- Did I mention Bug's little jacket disappeared on the plane?
- More delays with our ride since he had other people to move. Home four hours later than scheduled.
- The Jem meltdown began when we hit the front door.
- The cat has needs, too.
- Fucker wouldn't use the new litter box with the kitty door.
- He liked our bed more.
- And Bug's playhouse.
- I didn't realize he pissed on the bed till a few hours after the three of us crashed.
- We crashed in The bed.
- Discovering the kitchen sink is still leaking (after emergency service the day before we flew out).
- Still on Maryland time, we were wide awake at 3:30.
- Hearing several messages from the credit card company about the fraudulent charges made... almost forgot I had that on my list of Shit to Deal With Upon Arriving at Home.
- When I call the credit card company, turns out whoever took it was able to call and change the pin to withdraw cash. How the fuck did they know my mother's maiden name? Fishy. Fishy. Fishy.
- There's paperwork I need to obtain for Jem to start daycare. More running around.
- Don't I need to work today?
In the interest of full discosure, or Counting One's Blessings as some may like to call it, or seeing the glass as half full instead of half empty, I'll admit that not all has been a test of the Zoloft. The following has gone well:
- Jem didn't puke on the flight home. (Her carseat was lined warmly, so Bug could use her blanket when we went outside.)
- Both girls handled the flight extremely well under the circumstances.
- Having door-to-door shuttle service meant no schlepping outside with no coats.
- Having to wait for pickup meant time to stop and eat (and drink a huge margarita that incidentally cost more than my burger).
- The plumber will be out today.
- The airlines found the bag with the coats and will be delivering it soon.
- Waking up so early, I had time to put everything together needed to get Jem to daycase today afterall.
- The daycare allowed Jem to hang out with them so I didn't have to schlep her around while gathering the paperwork, and the almond latte picked up on that errand was quite yummy.
The trip home was wonderful, albeit exhausting, and ache-inducing (since Jem wouldn't sleep in the playard, we had her in bed with us and woke up stiff and sore every morning). No pastries up were fucked, although I did get me some pie. (I think it's time for Cat and Kelly to get their asses up to Alaska for our next pastry-eating outing.) Bug got to the Aquarium, the National Zoo and her first movie (the latter with Susie and her Jif, LG and two neices). Hugs delivered.
Now I work. ttfn

