Today was one of those days...
I went to the 6:30am session at the temple and I really hope that the person that I went through for forgives me for completely blacking out for it.
I then went on a 3 mile walk with the family that was really good. I am determined to be back in my pre-mission weight before I turn 35.
We then went to airport to send off a really good friend on her mission. While we were there Mik decided to go to the bathroom. Well he didn't tell me that was where he was going, so I turn around and no Mikhail. I go into all the stores and ask if they have seen him, no one has., Security is called and I have gone into the bathrooms at one end, the other people that were there to send off our friend have gone into the other bathrooms, one person went down to the baggage claim area. No Mikhail. Security showed up and I was a complete nervous wreck, I could barely describe him. Once the security guard figured out that I was Mom, he told me not to worry they were shutting down the airport and they were going to find him. At this point Mikhail comes out of the bathroom that 4 different people had gone into calling his name. However as he didn't recognize their voices he didn't respond. They canceled the closing and I held onto him for the next hour.
After that my boys were lucky to be out of my line of sight the rest of the day.
I ended the day by taking the boys and one friend each to a screening of the movie UP, which is fantastic.
Just another day in my paradise....
4 comments:
wow sounds like drama! I am glad you found Mik and that he was o.k.
LOL...I could just picture it, having gone through the ABQ airport many a time on flights to PHX from Dallas or Midland. My other option was always El Paso, and I like the ABQ airport much better!
For some reason I could also picture you dozing during a session ;)
ha ha Christie, it wasn't dozing it was out and out asleep. I remember nothing. I didn't know that you came through here.
How scary is that? I would be frantic! Glad that it had a happy ending.
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