Picking someone up from the airport is hard work

On the fourth day of Blake being gone on a business trip it was time to load the girls in the car and head to the airport to pick him up. To save a little gas on the drive there I decided to roll all the windows down. It was still hot but at least I was saving a couple bucks. About five minutes into our adventure Sadie started throwing a fit because the wind was blowing her hair all over her face. This was frustrating for me because this was coming from a girl that begs to have her window rolled down every time we get into the car. After listening to her scream for awhile I gave up. I rolled up the windows, turned the air conditioning on and watched the gas meter start to fall.

Because I can't seem to figure out how long it takes to get to the airport from my house I always either arrive way too early or way too late. Last night we were way too early. Luckily at the Salt Lake airport there is a parking lot for those of us who are too anxious to pick up our travelers. I pulled in, parked, rolled down the windows and turned off the car. After about thirty-seconds I was hot but I refused to turn the air conditioning back on. While wiping the sweat off my forehead I looked at all the other cars with their engines going, windows up and cool wind blowing through the passenger's hair. I wasn't about to do that. I had no idea how much longer we would be waiting and I didn't want to "waste" my gas.

After sitting in a hot, parked car for more than twenty minutes my girls started to get restless. I turned on the music to entertain them. That lasted for a minute. Sadie ate fruit snacks while Maddie entertained herself with the package. Another five minutes went by and that's when I noticed the beads of sweat all over Sadie's face. This is the point when I gave in. The windows got rolled up and the air conditioning was turned on. It's one thing for me to suffer to save a few bucks but who am I to put my kids through misery for my silly cause?

The minute I got Blake's text saying that his plane had landed I prematurely drove towards the pick-up curb. Because I wasn't being very patient we ended up waiting in our parked car right next to a sign that said, "No parking. No waiting." for about fifteen minutes. I sat there nervously the whole time. Finally Blake hopped in the car and we made our way home.

Needless to say I have learned my lesson. I will definitely be wearing more deodorant next time I pick someone up from the airport.