Mike was home a little earlier than expected. We tossed the luggage in the car and left for our airport hotel about two hours away. We were shocked by all the flooding in our area, there was so much standing water. In fact, one of the highways we usually use was closed due to high water. We checked in to the Marriott and decided to go to the mall (I had to exchange a pair of capris at Eddie Bauer) and grab some dinner.
On our way to the mall it started to storm, REALLY storm. I couldn’t believe how hard it was raining. Between rush hour traffic and the heavy, can’t see the car in front of you rain I was a wreck by the time we got to the mall. Between the stress of packing, our flooded basement and yard, driving through rush hour traffic in POURING rain, and my fear of flying I was a fried. I’m not kidding, I don’t know if I could have told you my name at that point. We finally just stopped walking and sat so I could regroup. I swore I wasn’t going to be stressed about this trip or flying and I think I was a bigger mess than ever.
When we got back to our hotel we discovered just how much rain we had really gotten. Not five miles from where we were cars were under water due to flash flooding! By this point I was totally stressed. I was sure our house and yard were going to flood again and our house sitter was going to have a mess to deal with.
Nate was pumped up and unable to go to sleep, he was lying in bed acting totally off the wall. We all finally drifted off one by one and the next thing I knew the alarms were going off and it was time to get moving.