it takes a village
Ali is currently in Chicago.
You’d think that as a result of his departure I’d be rejoicing that I have sole custody of the remote and I don’t have to cook dinner. But I’m not because I’m still recovering from all that it takes to get Ali ready for a business trip.
Allow me to recap the night before Ali’s 6am flight:
- I spent 25 minutes strategizing, discussing and packing his carry-on.
- I engaged in the age-old debate regarding the price difference between taking a cab or parking a car at the airport (my car of course because he’d never park his own at the airport). I did this despite knowing Ali would ultimately take a cab. Because he always takes a cab.
- I made and cut a turkey sandwich into neat little triangles in the event his Platinum Status didn’t come through for him and he tragically ended up meal-less in Economy.
- I assisted with a Search and Rescue Mission for a variety of chargers and then manned charging stations at outlets throughout the house.
- I had several useless conversations, including the following:
- Ali: “What do I do if my iPhone alarm doesn’t go off ?”
- Me: “Use my iPhone as a backup alarm.”
- Ali: “What if AT & T has a nationwide blackout, both our phones go dead, and I miss my flight?”