So we bought our plane tickets to Chicago.....and we're leaving the kids at home.
You know how they never let the President and the Vice President fly on the same plane? Because if Air Force One crashed, who would run the country?
That's how I feel about flying alone with Johnny.
If the plane crashes, our kids would be alone. This thought keeps me up at night.
I almost booked us on separate flights.
But it does make me feel better that my pals will be on the same plane. Because I just don't think that something like that would happen to them. What are the chances?
Do you see my dilemma here? I am knee deep in anxiety, I could desperately use a bottle of wine, (since I don't have any Xanax), and yet due to my new health kick, all I have is water. Water, water, and more water. With a Coke Zero thrown in here and there.
Water is taking a lot of hits on this blog lately.