On being perpetually 15 minutes late
Ugh. Long story short, we are in Honolulu. We’re supposed to be in Maui, but owing to a fog delay, we missed our connection (by fifteen minutes), made what seemed like a lucky standby coincidental connection to Honolulu but have not yet managed, in spite of a billion phone calls and customer service reps and flights to Maui, to make it to Maui.
There are worse things than spending an unexpected night in Honolulu, I must say. I just wish we were (1) not at an airport hotel and well out of walking distance of, like, anything, and (2) that it were not raining, which makes No. 1 totally null. However, the boy was awesome today. What a trouper. And my in-laws are awesome, and my husband is awesome, and my Toms shoes are awesome except when you’re running a mile between the United and Hawaiian air terminals, twice, with three bags and a stroller.