"We Love To Fly - And It Shows"

Above is pictured an old shed of ours that got blown over in the wind a couple years back.  I thought this picture was a good representation of the beginning of my recent trip to visit my family. 

Most of you know of my recent struggles.  I think traveling as a single parent with a 20 month old "lap" child and an almost 4 year old was a real stretch for this mama.  I decided I was either really brave or just plain old stupid. 

The trip all in all went smooth as peanut butter...I was just falling apart inside.  The day prior I called Deereandy in tears and was freaking out that I wasn't going to be ready to go and I was so tired and blah, blah, blah.  He got me talked down after a long phone call.  I got my errands finished and went back home to keep packing. 

Things came together.  I finally went to bed leaving my house a mess.  I didn't sleep because fantasies of children with ear pain, dirty diapers, "have to go potty" moments and climbing over passengers with a huge wiggly toddler and a 3 year old were dancing in my head. 

The drive to Winnipeg I sipped on an amino acid cocktail that my naturopath had given me for these moments I feel a "panic attack" coming on.  It was an experiement, I couldn't take the meds the MD prescribed since I was traveling alone with two kids and it wouldn't do to be passed out on the seat with drool running down the corner of my mouth.

So I'm not sure if the amino acid cocktail helped or hindered, but by the time we were at the airport I had escalated emotionally and took another cocktail.  Then starts in the stomach cramping and me crouched on the floor of the airport telling Deereandy I had no idea how I was going to do this.  Maybe too much cocktail?  Maybe not enough?  Maybe it doesn't work?  Whatever.

After Deereandy offers to buy a plane ticket and fly with us (then return home as soon as we arrived in Calgary) I saw the silliness of the situation.  It would be ridiculous to spend that extra air fare, right?  Just to hold my hand for two hours?  Tempting...tempting....silly.  "Just let me use the bathroom one more time and we'll go through security,"  I reply. 

I won't go over the rest of the flight, but to repeat, smooth as peanut butter.  I even once regretted not packing a book.  I never even considered I might have time to myself!  Dimple was asleep for over an hour - Chirpee watched cartoons and I was bored!

So glad we made the trip!  It was worth it in the end.