The past 24 hours.

The last 24 hours have been crazy. All together I woke up, ran to the library, ran to my grandparents, ran to the grocery store, made dinner, made spam musubis, packed dinner and spam musubis for M, dropped dinner off for a friend, dropped something off at another friend's house, dropped M off at LAX, drove the 105 home in rush hour traffic, did some laundry, fed the dog, packed up dinner and headed to my grandparents to eat, potted two plants, drove home, vacuumed manure fertilizer from carpet of the truck, deep cleaned the kitchen, did a load of dishes, did some more laundry, blogged, showered and gave B a bath, read B 3 books, gave B kisses and put her to bed, drank a glass of wine, made strawberry pie, drank another glass of wine, took the trash out, folded 5 loads of laundry, wrote M an email, went to bed, tossed and turned all night long, woke up at 6 to talk to M when he arrived in London, tried to fall back asleep, ignored B when she woke up around 8:30 and refused to crawl out of bed until 9, got up, made coffee with my new Keurig, made B breakfast, ate toast, packed a picnic lunch, packed everything up and headed to the park, chased B all around the park, pushed B in the swing, changed about 5 poopy diapers, cleaned B up when she thought playing in mud would be fun and ultimately died of heat at the park and after a couple hours. Came home, turned on A/C and am debating...pool or nap.

WHEW.

The last 24 hours have kicked my butt. And not only that but M had a horrible 10+ hour flight to London where kids sitting near him were puking left and right (BLEH) and he didn't sleep. Landed in London and found that Heathrow is totally different and almost missed his flight to Madrid. The flight to Madrid was delayed about 20-30 minutes and he rushed to board his flight to Alicante where they were closing the boarding doors as he approached. Made the flight. Got to the Alicante airport only to realize that his luggage (which is holding all the important prototype tools and medical devices) was not on the carousel and didn't make the connecting flight from London->Madrid and Madrid ->Alicante. Found his driver and got to the hotel. Realized he has no professional work clothes for his day at the hospital tomorrow. Went to the airport desk to deliver mail to an employee for the arriving doctors only to find out that she went home already. Got to his room and can't get in touch with any of his employees to update them about his luggage and is ultimately now exhausted and pissed. Poor thing.

But then I put Little Miss B on the phone (she hates talking on it if there's anyone on the phone to listen) and she said "Hi, Da-da!" twice to him which I'm sure melted his heart as much as it did mine.

So that's been our past 24 hours. Can I curl up in a hole now?