Leaving on a jet plane

So tomorrow morning I'll be getting on a plane to fly to Pittsburgh where I will be co-hosting a baby shower for one of my closest friends, Jenny.

It seems like only yesterday (it was April 1st) that Jenny called me up and told me she thought she just might need to get a pregnancy test. Maybe.

I, of course, urged her to go get one immediately.

And what do you know? Jenny's preggers. It was a little funny that she found out on April Fools Day.

No really, honey, it's really NOT a joke. Really.

So tomorrow's the day that I get on the plane and all the hoopla can ensue.

I'm really excited because it will be the first time in a long time I'll see a couple of my old friends. And it will be five WHOLE days that I don't have to check homework or make anyone go to bed on time or anything like that. And I got a window seat on all flights there and back and I do love window seats.

But I do have a little confession to make.

I'm totally not a seasoned flyer. I mean, I'm not at all afraid of the flying part. Or the landing part or any of that. I'm just nervous about the whole airport thing. The security and the checkpoints and the "does my mascara count as fluids?" and "will I need a seatbelt extender? the HORROR!" and "what if my e-ticket doesn't work for some reason??" and all that stuff.

It would be one thing if I wasn't flying all by myself. Hopelessly alone.

Another if The Man could actually go through the security checkpoints and stuff with me and all that.

But no. I will be all by myself.

And it's the first time I'll be flying by myself since 9/11. And only the second time I'm flying at all since 9/11. And the first time since 9/11 I'll be flying on a real plane. Cause I sort of don't really count the 19 passenger plane we took to the Bahamas a couple of years ago.

19 passengers... yeah. It was an experience.

So I'm nervous, yes. And I think I might make a trip to the airport bar before I board. Because it's never too early to drink in an airport, is it?

If we took a holiday...

So we've been back from vacation for exactly 1 week and already I can't get the thought of another vacation out of my head. I've been daydreaming.

Seriously, I'm not even completely unpacked yet (and today's not the day, either) and I'm already logging into travel website and pricing reservations.

I've looked into camping at Disney's Fort Wilderness where we can go to a Ho Down and go horseback riding and toast marshmallows and stuff.

I priced a cruise for the whole family to see glaciers in Alaska.

I detailed a fabulous romantic vacation for The Man and I to visit St. Augustine in the spring.

Yes, I realize I could have sufficiently unpacked in the time it took me to look into all those vacations. But unpacking is depressing and daydreaming about new vacations is exciting!

I have to buckle down and throw myself back into my normal life. Tonight I'll be picking up Goober and heading to the grocery store, then dropping Munchkin at a Brownie Halloween party (omgosh her costume is so cute it hurts me), and bringing Bug over to my mom and dad's to work on his science project. We'll be home after 9, no doubt, and then I'll have to clean up the house a bit, finish up some laundry, and make The Man something to eat. That's the reality that is my life.

I'll have to put Mediterranean cruises and African safaris out of my head for a while longer.