Thanks for all the kind words about my dilemma. The $170 IS a lot of money in our house. However, I had decided to go ahead and fork it over from my DCR Design savings because I have already invested a lot in this weekend, and I really want to get the most out of it, even if it does mean paying a ridiculous sum of money to change my plane ticket.
So I went online to check the flight I want, and guess what? The ticket has more than doubled in price overnight. I even called USAirways and bled all over the phone, explaining my situation and the price I was quoted yesterday, and asking them if they could honor it. They wouldn’t budge. He DID say that at the moment, there are available seats on the other flights, and standby looks like a decent option.
I am choosing not to throw a tempter tantrum, although the temptation is just beneath the surface of my calm facade. Rather, I’m going to look at it as providential. I’ve still got my $170, and there are two earlier flights that day (well, three, but one leaves at 5:30am, and that’s just NOT HAPPENIN’ as I live almost an hour away.) I guess I will just get to the airport as early as I can and hope for the best.
The good news is, the conference is only two weeks away! SQUEEEE!!!
And speaking of nothing, I attended my 5-year-old daughter’s preschool grad-gee-ation last night. She was so cute, walking down the isle to Pomp & Circumstance.
But can I just say that it never fails — at EVERY program I’ve EVER been to for my children, I end up in a location where I can’t see them. And I get there early EVERY time. Last night I was one of the first ones there and I thought I got a great seat, but there was a teacher’s head slap-dab in the middle of my line of vision THE WHOLE NIGHT.
I felt badly for my daughter because I could see her straining to find me in the audience, and she couldn’t see me. It was hard enough not being able to see her, but to know that she was looking for me and couldn’t find me nearly broke my heart.
Finally, at one point, I stepped right out into the isle to wave and snap a picture. She saw me and waved, but by the time I snapped the picture, she was already crossing her arms and had a sour look on her face.
After they sang a few numbers, each child stepped onto the
stool podium to receive their "diplomas". Finally, I had my chance to snap The Photograph! I stepped out into the isle and clicked, but I had forgotten to turn my camera on. I quick turned it on and snapped, but she was already stepping down.
All’s well that ends well, though. We shared cake and Kool-Aid at the reception afterwards. And there ain’t nothin’ that a little cake can’t fix.