I feel more like a fatted calf....
My Grandmother has been visiting (living?) with my parents for some time now and originally the plan was that she and Mom would head this way for a visit. Somehow I've either been talked into...or this weird moment of logic hit - you guys can decide.... And I'm headed East to NC to visit my family.
To put it mildly....I'm nervous. How sad is that - you go almost a decade without visiting family and suddenly are a big pansy baby about it. It's silly, I know that and yet ...meh....
I suppose I'm really just a homebody - I like being able to go home from work and just get into the rhythm of my family. To minimize issues at work, I'm going on what would be my days off from it....unfortunately, that means all the stuff I get to do on my days off can't be done. My days off are prime days to spend with E, who spends far too much time on his own - they're also the days I get to make lunches and fix hair - the moments of mommyhood that I miss out on with my early to work schedule. That being said, I take care of everyone in my family...leaving them just....feels very wrong. Even if I did slave about getting some meals tucked into the freezer for easy prep so E or even the Elfling know what's available for dinner (without having pizza every night I'm gone) and can put it together easily.
One of my biggest hurdles to overcome with this trip is dealing with the travel. I'm not so much afraid to fly as I am of small areas filled with people. Sounds funny coming from someone who's traveled overseas, right? But I'm sure it's documented that I do NOT use on board loo's....that small an enclosed space....just thinking about it makes me queasy.
Nonetheless, my backpack's got the essentials - lapper, charger for my phone and emergency chocolate rations and my carry on's got some clothes. After work, it's straight to the airport!
Who knows - maybe I'll have something new to add about going through security. After all, I've got liquids this time. Following that 3-1-1 rule, of course...god, I hope. I may break into loud weeping otherwise.
*Btw, I realize I'm a daughter, not a son, but come on - you know what I'm talking about here.... (:
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