Wifer Out!

It's 10:30 a.m. The time in the trip when you can still avert disaster. When the bags are packed but you can still remember that crucial phone charger or Tylenol or photo ID that you'll be crying about later. It's calm. Quiet. You're under the illusion that everything is under control. This is the time that scares me.

We leave for the airport in 30 minutes. Youngest daughter is getting her Dramamine in an hour, and everyone is slightly freaked about getting on an airplane, since we normally drive everywhere due to Current Husband's hatred of airplanes. I love to fly, but I'm in charge of maintaining calm in our party.

CH just came in and announced we are packed and leaving. Away we go! Wish me luck and effing Pixie Dust!!!!!! Have a great week!