Today we leave for MN to see Mary and Jack!!!!! I'm so excited to spend this weekend with them.
But with that said, I hate flying. I always make myself sick with worry that I'll forget something...which is dumb because I'm not going somewhere that doesn't have a store on every corner. I worry about getting to the airport, getting through security (which is a nightmare for Sara), and making sure I don't miss my flight. I worry that my house is in good condition and if my friend that is house sitting for me will need something I don't have.
Really when it comes to traveling, I just worry too much! I know that once we are there, and we are all in the car leaving the airport that I will calm down. But the hours in between are torture because I know I'm driving myself crazy over nothing. I've packed for 2 weeks for this trip, and have Excel spreadsheets I use to make sure I don't forget anything. And I never sleep the night before I get on a plane!
I know that I'm as ready as I can be, that I haven't forgotten anything I can't get there if I need it, that I'm already exhausted and Sara isn't even awake yet, and that this trip is going to be a blast! So why won't the butterflies in my stomach calm down so I can eat some breakfast? Does this happen to other people, or am I upholding my freak status?? All I know is that I just want to get there, hug Mary and Jack, and spend this weekend just hanging out and having a good time!