Whoa! The wind on the East Coast has been ridiculous! I don’t think I’m a bad flyer, but the landings of both flights were a little anxiety-provoking.
Safe home now. About to go get the suit cleaned for my LAST interview–the pants are a bit stained from snow and street salt.
I felt like I wanted to bring a little something back for the girls…but of course it didn’t occur to me until I was in the airport on the way home, and my days in Massachusetts were busy with interviewing and meeting babies (those of some of my favorite friends in Beantown). I picked up a paperback copy of Make Way for Ducklings for Ari. I felt so torn about something for Evie. If I get something for one, I should get something for the other, but I feared John’s wrath if I spent $10 on a board book of Goodnight, Boston.
Then I remembered the 20 minutes I just spent in the family restroom at Boston Logan, and all the other times I pumped in public over the last two-and-a-half days:
I know my audience.