Delayed

I am sitting in the airport watching people, listening to coversations on the phone, listening about the weather in Las Vegas  and texting Ang and Jen about my delayed flight.  I am not a good traveler, especially by myself.  I need the kids to be a distraction or something.  I don't love traveling and hate when the board says that my 5:15 flight is supposed to be leaving not until 6:00.  I tried to work, but the connection is too slow, I tried to talk to the person sitting next to me, but that didn't work.  I just want to get to Washington. I am so excited to spend the weekend with my sisters and not have my regular worries.   I think that I told Eric 20 times what time the kids get done with school and to make sure the kids practice the piano and ... and... and...   he finally told me that they would be fine and I shouldn't worry about anything.  humm...  why do I still worry?  I guess that I am a mother of 3 small kids.  That is why!