A Tibetan Monk, 1 Strawberry Danish, And A Dumb-Ass Part III

With no food left in the entire airport and kids on the brink of starvation, I emptied my purse and diaper bag in order to find something edible....even an old piece of chewed gum thrown back in my purse would have helped.  This was one time I was glad my kids used my bag as a trash can--maybe I could find some old snacks to recycle.  Score!  An old protein bar had been opened and was stuck to the bottom of my bag--I scraped it off, picked the lint out of it and reshaped it into a rectangle.  I pulled it out and tried my best to present it with excitement, "Look kids!  Yummy!  You guys can split this."  "Why is it all fuzzy, Mommy?"  "Oh...um....that's just little shards of oats sticking out...here just eat it...."  They chowed down the furry bar and glugged my last sips of diet coke I'd been rationing (all backwash).  I looked at my youngest and could tell by his quivering lip that he was on the brink of another meltdown...we HAD to get out of this hell hole. My mind began to race..."Please please please...announce our flight....ready to board...let's go.....I need a xanax......." The room started spinning, my vision was blurred, my head was full of noise and pent up frustration.  And then, without a sane second to spare, the Travel Gods smiled upon us, "Flight 436 is now boarding....."  We still had another flight to take and then a 10 hour drive ahead of us....but we were moving again and well on our way...life was good.