OK- 24 hours to go....

I am freaking out....oh yes...that is exactly what I am doing.  We brought up the suitcases....UNPACKED them all and proceeded to REPACK them....my hubby apparently thought my packing skills were lacking and he decided to "help".  Ok- so he did help but he also brought on my anxiety attack....


I get it- it's really not that big of a deal- traveling with two kids on your own is NOT the hardest thing in life- my sane brain gets that.  I'm traveling to family whom I love and cannot wait to see....my sane brain gets that.  I have traveled many many times before...my sane brain gets that too.

HOWEVER- my anxiety brain just took over and wacked my sane brain with an overstuffed suitcase. My anxiety brain is thinking of all the things that can go wrong- at the airport, ON THE FLIGHT, during the whole trip- the train rides, the other plane rides from Germany to Poland, the BOOT- damn that BOOT!!  It's screaming at me "WHY am I doing this ALONE- I can't even walk properly for pete's sake-  I mean WHY???? " 

My anxiety brain spent an HOUR and 10 minutes on HOLD with Continental airlines cause apparently my kids and I are NOT SITTING TOGETHER ON THE 8 hour flight....I'm all for that- not sure if the passengers next to them will be so thrilled.  So what answer do I get after sacrificing all that time...I am told "you will have to fix that at the airport".  OH THANK YOU! 

So today I am breathing deep, hanging out with friends, having some liquid courage, enjoying my husband since I won't be seeing him for 5 weeks, and not even THINKING about tomorrow.....