With all the cheerfulness and rationale that my perfected state of denial allows me to muster, I offered to drive our 4 younger boys the 1500 miles each way, so my husband could fly out for the weekend with our oldest.
Based on his years of experience in dealing with my intense travel anxieties that round out my completely lovable personality, DH says to me, "Hon, you say you want to do this now... but you know you'll freak out when the time comes to leave."
"Oh no!" I reply, "I can do this. Really. It will be fine!" (It is reflections like this that make me painfully aware that the surface me really does not know the inner me one tiny little bit because the reality is... I don't travel well. At all.)
Not long after this, my dental trauma began which totally distracted me from the upcoming trip. Last Wednesday, the day after I had my root canal it was brought to my attention in casual conversation that we would be leaving on Monday for Texas. "This coming Monday?!" I exclaimed. Yes, this coming Monday... as in less than a week... only 5 days away. This was seriously shocking to me and clearly nowhere near enough time to prepare for a 2 week trip that involves haircuts and formal wear in addition to the normally required packing and planning.
By Friday morning, I awoke in a panic of things that needed to be done. Then came the very real thoughts of what it's like to be in a hotel room with 4 boys. The confinement, the noise, the jumping on beds... then there's the bathroom stops, fighting, and whining in the car. So I did what any reasonable woman would do, I got up and began looking at airline prices.
Right away I found 5 non-stop tickets (with the return flight being the same as DH's!) for under $1500! With gas prices, I wasn't going to be able to drive for less so I jumped up and down, called my husband, yelled at my kids to get in the car (haircut appts.), begged them to get clothes for #5, waited for my husband to call me back, yelled at the kids WHO WERE NOT MOVING again, and finally ran them down the street, dropped them off for haircuts and rushed back home. The tickets were gone. GONE!
Obviously, the only thing to do now was to spend the next 5 hours bitterly searching ticket prices hoping another miracle flight would appear while growing increasingly cranky and stressed.
Fortunately for me, my husband is
So I was also able to relax enough this weekend to finish a pair of socks.
Dublin Bay Socks
LL Sock in "Grumperina"
Size 1 Magic Loop w/Knit Picks Options
Cast on 64 Stitches
Now I must return to my pre-travel state of being distracted by everything but getting nothing done. You would not believe the enormous amount of energy this involves!