All the weary travelers are home safe and sound. I was about to leave to pick up Charles from the airport when Beth called and asked for a ride home.
All panicky, "NO, I can't. Oh man, I have to leave to get Dad in a few minutes! You'll have to find a ride!"
"Uh, okay, just askin." (since they've been gone all week to youth camp and were only home a few hours each weekend for the entire summer!)
Ugh, the feeling torn thing.....*points at myself*
We had to wait over an hour for the mission team to come out of customs, etc. Finally we spotted 5 very scruffy and weary looking men shuffling down the gang plank (okay it's not a gang plank, but I think it sounds more interesting) We had just watched as the plane passengers from Mexico City walk through with sombreros, shorts and cotton shirts, one carrying a macrame hammock chair under her arm, and then there was a distinctly different group who started to walk in from the London flight. The contrast was humorous as well groomed, dressed up, more proper fish n chips crowd came out.
And then there were our scruffies. We got them home as soon as we could. We had to hike through the parking garage because I got confused and went to the west lot when we should have been in the east lot. Charles tried to eat some dinner, even though he has long-time-in-airplanes-stomach, he tried to check his email, but finally gave up and is breathing deeply, head on his pillow now. He was going to try to stay up until 9pm, but didn't make it.
So now I will sneak in to spend some time with my sunburned, chapped lipped, and junk fooded out teens and ask them about how surf camp in San Diego was. They are staring with zombie eyes at the television, trying to finish the first season of Gilmore Girls.