Even though I have all the clothes in the suitcase, I'm still feeling "unprepared". Its not that I'm leaving the kids, although I will miss them like crazy, because I know my husband will take good care of them. Probably forget their medicine, but he'll take good care of them. Not because the little kitten had an accident and is hobbling around the house. Not because I have to spend 19 1/2 hours (or some other ungodly amount of time) in a giant tin tube either. Its not that I'll be in another hemisphere either, but least they speak English in New Zealand.
I just won't have any control over anything. Is that scary or what? I won't have control over what's happening at home, I can't just "go home" if there is an emergency. At some point, either my mom, my sister or myself will probably be offended by something the other one does. More of a "too much togetherness" than anything or maybe "too many expectations". I handle things really good at the time they are happening, its the anticipation of events that freak me out.
Well, I can't wait for the rest of the freak-outs before I leave on Wednesday. I'm off to go get everything I've forgotten so far.