In two hours, I’ll be loading everyone into the car, including a tired husband, and heading down to the San Antonio airport for our trip to Atlanta. With any luck, the kids and I will be seated near each other.
I’d like to say I’ve been calm and collected during the past few days as I’ve gotten us ready to go, but that would be a lie. Part of it is that I always get panicky before a trip; part of it is that my new anti-anxiety medication is NOT working. I never realized how much my old medication kept my anxiety levels manageable until I stopped taking it.
Unfortunately, the kids have picked up on and have been feeding on my stress. The Bicker Twins were going full tilt yesterday. I ended up sending them to separate rooms to read for an hour yesterday morning just so that I didn’t have to hear them pick at each other. Campbell’s been extra clingy, and Elizabeth has been a monster. I have spent much of the past two days saying “Campbell, stop crying!” and “Elizabeth, stop doing that!”
Yesterday was so bad that it really is nothing shy of a miracle that I didn’t cook and eat one of my kids.
It’s not like I’m not ready. The suitcases are 98 percent packed. The kids’ carry-ons are set to go. I’ve got plans to entertain the littles on the plane. But I’m still really amped up because so much of today’s success depends on things that are entirely out of control – the airlines, my kids’ moods, traffic.
Right now everyone in the house is sound asleep, and I’m enjoying the silence by reading the paper and drinking coffee. I know I need to get the kids up and moving, but I’m not quite ready for the commotion yet.
Keep your fingers crossed that I arrive in Atlanta with my sanity intact and all four children still with me.
Catch you on the flip side.
2 comments:
Have a great trip!
Oh you'll be fine. It's never as bad as you think it's going to be. Try to relax and have fun. "Bicker Twins" hahaha. Love it.
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