Holy Cr*p! I'm leaving the country in two weeks. TWO WEEKS. I don't even have my clothes completely together, I'm going to another hemisphere and it is another season. I'm leaving my children for way longer than I ever have, I'm going to go into withdrawal for a little wee one hug. I may get used to sleeping in a bed without snoring. I might not be able to find stuff I will eat. Maybe I'll find too much stuff to eat. AAAAGGGGHHHH! I'm freaking out.
Not really, I'm looking forward to it. But I will miss my kids & maybe my husband. OK honey, I will miss you too. That part before was just my lame attempt at humor.
My husband is going to play video games every moment - oh he already does that. But he'll now have to do laundry in between sessions. HA! And he'll have to make lunches. HA! He'll even have to go to the grocery store. HA! Will he survive unscathed? It probably won't even phase him. I'll probably worry for nothing. But hey, that's what I'm good at.
Do you think I'll survive the trip without throwing up on a plane or a ferry?