The 4th of July

It was not a good day.  I had been anticipating the date for 2 whole weeks.  That was how long Grace had been at her dad's in Arizona and how long I had anxiously awaited her return.  She was due to land in Omaha midafternoon.  I had a lovely afternoon/evening planned out.  Dinner, snuggles, and fireworks were on the agenda.  Those plans were thrown out the window.

When I woke up that morning, I had a horrible feeling that something was not right.  I tried to tell myself the bad feeling was just nervousness and excitement.  I should know by now to trust my gut.  At about noon, I went to get a rental car so that I could get to the Omaha airport to get Grace.  My car is not trustworthy at this time and the a/c isn't reliable.  My rental car company of choice wouldn't give me a car because I couldn't pass their mandatory credit check for debit card users.  My credit is good enough to get a car loan, but not rent a car.  I went to my second company of choice with the assumption that I would not be getting a rental car because last time I went there, they held an extra $500 on my debit card.  I didn't have quite that much.  Luckily, they changed their rules and I was able to get the car.  I thought that was going to be the only glitch and was the cause of my uneasiness, but my uneasiness didn't subside.

On the way home from getting the rental car, my Mom's phone rang.  It was Grace's father.  His wife had messed up the flight time and Grace was going to miss her flight.  He didn't know if he was going to be able to get Grace on a later flight and made sure to mention that it was going to cost him quite a bit of money if he could.  Like we cared.  His wife messed up.  Not us.  Not Grace.  He called back a few minutes later to say he got Grace on a later flight that would land at midnight and it cost him $200.  He's lucky he talked to my Mom and not me because I would have started a fight.

Grace was very upset because she was so homesick and just wanted to come home.  I was very upset because I missed her so much and had such a wonderful day planned for her.  In the end, she made it home.  Yes, it was no longer the 4th of July, but she was home.  She got to snuggle me and I got to snuggle her.

The wife has yet to apologize.  I don't expect an apology either.  I'm not sure she even knows what an apology is.