Look! My Target clothes!
Have I ever told you that I have extraordinarily small ears? Because I do, and I have been teased about them my entire life. Especially by my dad who used to blame my “disobedience” on the fact that I didn’t actually hear what he told me to do because haha! Get it? My ears are so small that I can not hear very well.
Why am I talking about my ears when there are clothes that need to be packed and big toes that need to be shaved and nails that need to be painted and eyebrows that need to be plucked?
Is it possible that I am avoiding the actual DOING of those things because I am nervous and have cramps?
I’ve shed a few tears over leaving my children. The boys will be fine, they’ve been away from me for long periods of time before (Andrew was gone with a friend in Palm Springs for 4 days last week. This week, they’ve both been gone all week with my sister.) They don’t need me in the ways that G-Unit does. I’m always with her, and she’s very attached to me. Like, so attached that Tony is often heard shouting “CUT THE UMBILICAL CORD, WOMAN.”
I know she’ll be fine with her daddy and brubbers, but I still can’t help but cry when I think of being away from her for THREE DAYS.
My God, I love my children. More than anything else, I love them.
Now, it’s time to shut this thing down, go to bed and get ready to board a plane in the morning. (OMG! A PLANE! I’M SCARED OF PLANES BUT HAVE BEEN TO NERVOUS ABOUT EXPOSING MY FATNESS LIVE AND IN PERSON TO EVEN THINK ABOUT THE PLANE BUT IT JUST HIT ME. AIRPLANE! COULD CRASH! AND DIE! HELP!)