Ok. Here's the thing. I am deathly afraid of flying in airplanes. I flew for years with no problem and then all of the sudden. . . freak out. My husband likes to tell people about how I tried to convince him that we didn't need to go on our honeymoon. He was real sweet about it and told me he was going to Cancun whether I came with him or not.
So I've managed to avoid flying since 2002.
Now I have to fly in September and October. In September I'm going to my cousin's wedding in New York. My mom bought the tickets so there's no getting out of it. Then, in October, I need to fly to Montreal.
Seriously, can I just ask my doctor for some Valium? I figure I need between four and six for the two flights depending on layovers. Any other suggestions? Prayer? Meditation? Hypnosis? I'm open to suggestions.
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- A suburban princess turned public school teacher turned stay-at-home mom. I love shopping, celebrity gossip, teen movies and other things that I should probably be more ashamed of. I love pretending I'm cool while listening to cheesy music in my car--don't take that away from me. It so doesn't matter than I have a Taurus with a car seat in the back. I love eating, drinking, and laughing with friends. I love art, but I have to paint at night while my family is sleeping. My husband is an NPR-listening, Libertarian engineer who keeps me grounded. My son is a smiling, laughing, palsied, hydrocephalic angel. Normal babies just aren't this wonderful. My husband calls me the Bird, hence the name of this blog. This is just my life on a page--food, babies, daily drama, decorating, and the like. Welcome.