When people hear that I drive by myself to and from San Diego or Tahoe with a four-year-old and a toddler they go into cardiac arrest. It's not a big deal for me. I did it when they were younger than this so it hardly seems like something I should stress out about.
Still, when I realized that JetBlue still flies into Long Beach and I can use all my stored up points to fly instead, well, I'm no idiot. Unfortunately that means that this time Troy has to drive all alone when he comes so that we can drive home together.
But what does it say about me that I'm more stressed about getting myself, a four-year-old, an almost eighteen-month-old, three carry-ons, two suitcases and a car seat on the plane than I ever am about driving? And, okay, so maybe I'm just more worried that Matthew is going to throw one of his world famous fits while we're higher than the clouds with no where to go.
In any case, we'll at least be there faster. And that is definitely something.