I Will Survive...I Did Survive

At first I was afraid I was petrified...During the early morning ride to the airport, my stomach felt like I was at the beginning of a roller coaster. You know the feeling as you are climbing the first long hill, you aren't sure if it is a small drop or the biggest drop of your life. I had no idea what my kids had in store for me in the next week. Covering 4,000 miles in the air, different sleeping locations every night of the 8 night trip, constant spoiling, and I was taking off for Texas for a couple of days in the middle for some house hunting with Al; all of those factors combined and it could be a recipe for disaster. I hugged Al good-bye at the gate slightly overcome with emotion of what I was about to face. I questioned my overall mental health more walking down the jet way than I have before.

Amazingly, not only did we survive but we thrived. The kids had a great time on the airplane (the turbulence was their favorite, they giggled all the way through it), I ran out of reading material after reading Sky Mall and the in flight magazine cover to cover, the kids had a great time with all six sets of their grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins, we have a place to live in Texas, and we all came home exhausted but happy. A lot of thanks goes to all the relatives in Utah for ensuring the success of our trip.

It has taken more than a week to recover, but we are back to normal life!