Just a Little Stress

Wow, it's March already. I know how that happened, I've been too busy to notice the days flying by.
Today has been stressful. So much so I stopped at Starbucks and got a fat-free chai tea and one of their delicious chocolate, chocolate cupcakes. I wish I could convince them that all I really need in the paper cup is the frosting....to heck with the cupcake!
Anyway, Ashley flew out of DIA this morning. Her first flight by herself. Dealing with her panic disorder has been hard. Usually when she panics about something, it's nothing big and it's easily overcome. Today was different. She has thrown up off and on since finding out she'd have to fly instead of driving (thanks to her two friends who decided they couldn't go at the last minute). As far as I know, she hasn't eaten anything today. I drove her to the airport, we chatted the whole way. She apologised for being too chatty, but I didn't care, I knew it was nerves. We walked around the airport for a bit after checking in. Finally she had to go through security. She called after she got through. Yay! One fear down. She called when she started to board the plane. We started texting while she was sitting on the plane. She started to "freak out", so I had to call and talk to her. She had to go since they were starting to taxi out. I got home and she called shortly afterwards. They had to go back to Denver. Some lady on their flight had a seizure. So everyone had to get off the plane, then they would refuel, then head back to Chicago. WHY THIS FLIGHT!?! Of all flight for it to happen on. I'm sure the lady who had the seizure didn't intend to, but still, I feel so bad for Ashley. I had to call my parents to let them know she'd be late. I told my dad to go have a nice late lunch. He said he'd send me the bill. I'm okay with that. I'm mean, they did have to drive 2.5 hours to pick her up so we could save $600 on her ticket. I'm ready for today to be over with. In fact, I'm pretty sure tonight when I'm home alone (hubby and Morgan are going to a basketball game, GO REDS!), I'll have a coule of drinks while watching Grey's Anatomy. Stress sucks.