Returning Home: in which 3 hours of the day disappears

We had an 11:30 flight home, so T. and I got breakfast and brought breakfast and coffee back. We loaded up the car. We drove to the airport. We dropped up the rental car. We packed the luggage onto the bus. I somehow lopped off the tip of my finger and was bleeding on myself, which was annoying; I finally got it bandaged up adequately at the airport. We checked three bags on the way back (I had managed to pack the new backpack into the cooler, but we still had one extra bag more than on the way out). We got through security. A. got her hot chocolate and R. and I split a soy mocha (he found a starbucks -- it is all the way at one end).

We got on the plane. I completely forgot to request dairy free meal either direction. On the way out, I had the ahi tuna, which was good. We got A. Burger King before boarding, and she ate snacks. T. had the chicken and brie sandwich from the purchase-able meals. I had the kale salad from same, and the salmon from the tasting menu (the only one that was dairy free). I got an hour or so of napping, which was nice.

We were going to get A. more fast food when we arrived, but she had lost interest in favor of Trader Joe's chocolate chip granola bars. We got our bags, and met our ride and went home. We unpacked but did not do laundry.

It was a good trip, but despite being three hours earlier, we were all ready to go to bed at the usual time. We had a great time, but are really happy to be home.