Tired.

There is no other word to describe how you feel at the end of a trade show besides tired.  On your feet from 7am-6pm, dinners following the show, maybe an after dinner drink.  Tired.  It just sums it all up. I'm tired.  Very tired.

Add to the exhaustion dealing with literally hundreds of people who travel maybe once a year or five or ten.  Really people ... it has been over ten years and you still don't know you have to take your shoes off and you cannot have liquids over 3 ounces?  Where have you been?  Living under a rock I'm assuming.  Ben tells me I need more patience when I travel.  Problem is when you travel upwards of 80,000 miles a year patience runs thin.  It is generally helped by a priority security checkpoint or first class upgrades ... this trip I got one, not both. 

I really shouldn't complain as I'd prefer first class any day to priority security, especially when I leave enough time to make it through security.  But boy ... I just struggle with those people who don't read the ten signs while you wait in the security line that tell you to remove your liquids or your laptop.  Or the person shouting while you are waiting in line telling you to take off your jacket and shoes. 

But as I sit here and type this all I can think about is getting home to my baby girl.  I miss her terribly and it has been a long time since I've been gone this long.  I just want to hold her and love her!  Time to fight my way through, enjoy first class and get home to my baby girl!

Thanks for letting me rant.