Guess what happens when you are waiting for your husband to come in on a plane and you have 6 children waiting for him in the car?
You could play games. You could make fun of the airport security (well, I did silently – forgive me if you work for the airport – You kept whistling at me and I couldn’t hear you until you knocked on my window). You could play I spy. You could sing silly songs. 
You could appreciate your family or at least smile like you do. You can have to go to the bathroom but don’t dare try to park and take 6 kids in the airport. You can make fun of the fact that the airlines has lost your husband’s luggage and now the wait is even longer. (Did I mention I have to go to the bathroom?)
See that guy. He never saw me. So I took picts of him. I made up a story about him in my mind, with 6 kids in the backseat (I needed my own entertainment).
Here is my story… He just came in from some cold place like Greenland.
He wanted to surprise his wife. Instead, she surprised him by going out of town, to visit her Aunt Ruth in Duluth. Now he has to live at the airport, with the 6 kids that are in my backseat because I have to go to the bathroom.
Poor guy. I think he had to walk home. 
He didn’t want the 6 kids or to turn around. He is a typical man with a wife in Duluth, who could have went to the bathroom whenever he wanted, yet decided to stay on the phone. (By the way, I’m sure this guy was really nice in real life and I truly never saw his face.)
Back to reality…48.9657 minutes later we were now making funny faces to each other trying to get the other one to laugh. Which by the way is bad for the bladder when you really have to go…just saying.
No, we didn’t have another kid. This guy is my sweet nephew. He is such a sweetie and I’m his favorite aunt. (Don’t tell his other aunts – they might get jealous.)
Finally, headless Dad shows up. They have to Fed-EX his luggage the next day. But, that is okay. My baby was so excited to see his Daddy (or finally glad he is out of the car) – he is flying.
You could play games. You could make fun of the airport security (well, I did silently – forgive me if you work for the airport – You kept whistling at me and I couldn’t hear you until you knocked on my window). You could play I spy. You could sing silly songs. You could appreciate your family or at least smile like you do. You can have to go to the bathroom but don’t dare try to park and take 6 kids in the airport. You can make fun of the fact that the airlines has lost your husband’s luggage and now the wait is even longer. (Did I mention I have to go to the bathroom?) See that guy. He never saw me. So I took picts of him. I made up a story about him in my mind, with 6 kids in the backseat (I needed my own entertainment). Here is my story… He just came in from some cold place like Greenland.
He wanted to surprise his wife. Instead, she surprised him by going out of town, to visit her Aunt Ruth in Duluth. Now he has to live at the airport, with the 6 kids that are in my backseat because I have to go to the bathroom. Poor guy. I think he had to walk home. He didn’t want the 6 kids or to turn around. He is a typical man with a wife in Duluth, who could have went to the bathroom whenever he wanted, yet decided to stay on the phone. (By the way, I’m sure this guy was really nice in real life and I truly never saw his face.) Back to reality…48.9657 minutes later we were now making funny faces to each other trying to get the other one to laugh. Which by the way is bad for the bladder when you really have to go…just saying. No, we didn’t have another kid. This guy is my sweet nephew. He is such a sweetie and I’m his favorite aunt. (Don’t tell his other aunts – they might get jealous.) Finally, headless Dad shows up. They have to Fed-EX his luggage the next day. But, that is okay. My baby was so excited to see his Daddy (or finally glad he is out of the car) – he is flying.Blessings to you! You are loved!
That was hilarious! Six kids and a wild imagination! That’ll pass the time :o)
Got stuck in that airport for like 12 hours a few years ago. I have family in Katy and my mom refused to call them and ask them to pick us back up. :s
I think I’m just beginning to realize that you live somewhere near me. 🙂 My husband flies out of IAH, too. And, I can’t even imagine having 6 kids in the car, waiting all that time, needing to use the restroom, etc! I’m glad you found humor in it all!
You, my daughter, are so stinkin’ funny. Love you bad!