Frankfurt an on.....

We landed in Frankfurt....just over an hour until our connector flight.....and walk to the next gate. As I sit down waiting for boarding....I realize that I'm missing boarding passes. I look thru my bag again and again......and nothing. I find that they have printed two boarding passes for the oldest girl, and we are missing 3 more. WHAT DO I DO?

And I have to go to the bathroom so badly.....I won't have enough time!

So I find the bathroom first......and as I walk in, a woman says to me..."Is there a large queue in there?" I look in and tell her.....HUGE QUEUE!

I proceed to walk inside and wait. The lady follows me in. She smiles at me and says.....I suppose it doesn't matter....I still have to go. And we chuckle. I look at her and ask...."so are you from England?" (keeping an eye on the queue.....) She says....no, I'm canadian. I look her over....older lady, great grey hair....and then I ask her...."So why did you say queue?" She laughs and says she's travelled a lot.

So the queue is moving slowly. And I watch the progress.....it seems that ppl are using only 1 of the 6 toilets.....but I'm distracted because the lady is talking to me. And then....I look at her and say....have u noticed how it seems that only one washroom is being used? I wonder if the other toilets have ppl taking their time, or something wrong??

So I get outta the queue and boldly walk in front of all the waiting, cross legged ladies....and start banging on the other stalls. One by one, the doors fly open.....stalls empty!!

Everyone is like.....Ooooohhhhh.....Aaaaaaahhhhhh.....and I quickly run into one of them. LOLOL!! So funny! And I was thinking about the whole....monkey see, monkey do thingy. LOL!

So I finish up in there....and find the appropriate line to gripe about my absent boarding passes. No problem, says the lady.....and she prints up the new ones. PHEW! That was soooo simple.

We wait about 15 minutes until boarding.......they called the women with children to come board the plane first.......(me).....which I thought was hugely considerate......and we get on the plane....get settled down.....8 more hours to go.

I want to sleep, I want to cry.....and yet I just sit stunned trying to make sure that my children are all in order. The baby is super active and soooo happy. Many people comment on the happy baby. (and I sit praying that he stays that way and not ruin his reputation...LOLOL!!!!)

The flight was uneventful......I chose the salmon. They gave us this great sort of ricotta / spinach thingy that the baby just loved! Oh....and they served kale with my salmon....I didn't like it, but again......the baby did!

Oh....funny thing here. No gingerale in Egypt. So everytime the stewardess would come by with the drink cart, we'd all pipe up....Gingerale please! Do you have rootbeer? LOLOL! Eventually the stewardess would come and say......is this the gingerale half of the plane? They were so kind.

Then finally......we land. In Canada. Our home and glorious land. And I breathe......

I start wondering what surprises may lie in store for me when I set foot out of the airport. Will I be awaiting an enraged husband? Does he know yet? Do THEY know yet?

Did I tell you about my dreams on the plane? All I dreamt about was what I had to do now. I dreamt about coming out of the terminal and being taken away. I dreamt about my husband fighting me in the airport......horrible dreams....again and again.......soooo scary. And I'm so worried.

And as I'm walking over to get my luggage.......I just sort of melt. I can't handle the pressure of the unknown waiting for me.......the kids start wanting to run all over the place, I'm missing 3 luggages......oh my God.........what if he's outside?

Then I receive a text message on my phone.....it's still working? What a surprise......it's from my mom......it says....

"The coast is clear....come outside."

And so I do.......