I’ve been away from my babies, and by babies I mean my husband, 14 yr, 9yr and actual baby of 1yr, for 3 days and it feels like forever. It’s amazing how one day you feel like you will suffocate if you can’t get a break from needy, crying, fighting children and then 3 days later I can’t wait to hear “mama” yelled out an infinite amount of times in one day.

I drove from Massachusetts to Fort Mayers FL with my sister to help her move. It took way to long, 30 hours!We stayed in the scariest hotel in South Carolina, found out later there had been 2 shootings an hour before we checked in. But we made it. Spent a great relaxing day with my sis and now it’s Monday morning and my flight leaves in 2 1/2 hours. Did I mention I hate flying. Hate, is not quite the right word. Flying makes me feel like a crazy person. I have to resist the urge to stand up and start screaming hysterically. I know, I know, that’s weird. I can’t explain it. Totally irrational. Thanks to the bottle of little pills my doctor gave me, I won’t be dragged off by an Air Marshal today. One pill and a glass of wine, doctors orders. I should make the 3 hour flight without incidence, maybe 2 pills. Anyway, this will be the first time I have ever flown alone, so I apologize in advance to the person next to me if I fall asleep on you or start talking about how much I missed my kids for the entire flight in a medicated haze.